The Sacrifice

 

Had I then

  Swallowed up my own heart 

Trekking through worlds?

Creature soaking up all 

  I would touch; 

Everything that became my matrix. 

A fight for my soul, 

  and have I surrendered? 

  Exhaustably morphed, 

Cynicism gnawing at my ankles, 

  Infesting me of gashes and feed marks.  

Soul born of a slave's pain, 

  Embossed by no armor 

That it can not penetrate. 

  Illusions of freedom 

Displaying rather still the commodity 

  We are. 

    I am. 

Love in my world, this; 

  A bruteous monster

Ever feeding up on her young. 

  It is no land of dreams. No land of have's or privileges. 

  It is the stolen away Hell 

    Such things go to rot 

          for Eternity. 

No home here, mine. 

  No love here worthy, 

Save the appointed grace of God. 

  Born then, 

Of pure, 

   Tangible, 

 Potent

Sacrifice. 

A place the soul goes to die...

  So others may survive.