Hanging on my self-made cross
I have a view of all the barren land
Dreams destroyed with hopeless pride
In the ashes of paradise lost
I was here before in purgatory
Slowly I climbed down and watered the land
Flowers grew and animals roamed
I was creating my own story
You came in with your tainted style
Rendering all beauty lifeless
I followed your curves around my garden
Yet welcomed you with guile
Climbing the summit with ropes tied below
You dragged me up
I never let go
You came with an apple from your own tree
To remove me from my restless slumber
My God-like complex refused your offer
Now I’m on my cross “eternally free”
With your back full of scars
And my hand holding a knife
You come to me wearing white
Your eyes cried dry
Take me from this cross with your gentle hands
Your touch removes all pain
Your voice stills my demons
Your scent of pure angelic quality
You place me in a world which cannot end where happiness is mandatory
Every second is savoured
Beauty has never been so pure
You have lifted the curtains, you have been my cure
For the first time I have seen bliss
Our children in your eyes
Everlasting cold nights in your arms
Snuggling through strife
Drying each other’s tears
Melting my heart into yours
Unspoken words yet worlds spoken through holding hands near the end of our lives
Forever binding – unbreakable
Welded together by unseen forces
Buying furniture, decorating houses, painting pictures, listening to music, cooking meals, feeding the children, walking our dog, fighting about dishes, organising birthday parties, making couples jealous, filming our wedding, travelling to unseen places, inspiring, creating, growing, destroying, living as one
All these things fall in seconds into my head
You showed me the paradise I denied
With all you gave
I took none for me
You gave and you gave
I denied you not only thrice
All the chances I had,
Yet never seized
I cannot apologise enough
For denying you this, which you have always seen
One last kiss we depart
You have awoken me from my 100 year slumber
Only to be in purgatory again
But you have shown me your paradise
Enough to build my own
With a lighter in my hand
Looking at all we have built
Burnt down to rubble and dust
Just an hour glass with no sand
