The sacred tragedy

You choke the feels, inside your head,
It spasms, and cries, and calls for help,
Then comes the urge to let it go...
But you remember, not long ago,
The evil captive neath your knee,
That clinches through, to be set free
Was the one that gave you strength,
To carry on and keep the faith,
The one that burnt with holy flames
Of sacred hope and cheerfulness
By giving sense you found "The One"
That the bond can’t be undone...
But to face the truth that hurts the most
Is the task of brave and lost...

You see the grimace turn to red
That tries so desparate to find the air,
It stares at you with hungry lust
To cause more pain and quench the thirst...
You lock your grasp with all the force
Then hear a crack, and find the source
Of shattered dreams, of hopes and feels
That made a circle, and you within
Regretting all and weeping loud,
Letting all the pain pour out
Feeling emptier than ever
Knowing that it won’t get better...