Midnight Quills

There are times I feel
Life’s gone astray.
Your heart I’d steal;
On my knees I’d pray -
As my ankles burn
From hell’s bright flame -
For salvation
From the devil’s game.
Your love’s my curse;
Your heart’s my life,
As I converse
With the edge of my knife.
I’ll cut myself
And watch me bleed,
The fading health
of my sanity.
I love you now,
I hate you too,
But tell me how
To break free from you.
I need you more,
Each day I hide.
Upon the floor
My heart has died.
I pray again
That I might be saved
From all this pain
Myself I gave.
For love is dead,
Yet still I bleed,
Upon my bed.
Return to me.