Hurt

I’m building myself up for all to see
breaking the speed of light
coming to the end of the night
hurting to the power of three.


The wall at which I am pointed
erected by the anointed
will be the end of my line
for I will never be thine.


I dip my heart in the sea of cold
and for all the truth to be told
I feel like the hammer is reaching in
ridding me of this awful sin.


The last of the forceful desires,
the last of the incessantly burning fires.
I can feel my heart being broken
please take it as a final token
of my love that had finally awoken.