The song of death

The love that defeats is your soul,
is no love at all
When he sees a monster in your face
while you look for God in him.
True love uplifts, and if it is,
God! give me the courage to withstand my pain
While my blood drains and life slips
Like sand from my palms.
How easy it would be for him to be compassionate
But alas! That door is closed and he is altogether a new man
You are but a bad memory,
While he is now your unquestioned reality.
Sorrow is here to stay.
God! Give me the strength to cup my heart
When it bleeds
God! Give me the strength to feel some warmth
when it freezes
God! please help me throw away this razor blade
when it comes calling.