Letters To The Soul

There are words upon my skin, that are written with ink and blood

They tell my every sin, speaking of those I’ve lost and ones I’ve loved

Beneath these fragile wings, I cradle memories broken and frail

I keep these dirty things, though on my soul they leave their stain

With deities I abide, I have watched pantheons fall and rise

And but for foolish pride I have seen stars leap from the skies

I heard worlds within a song and touched glories never to be seen

Felt peace the whole night long, only to wake to deathly screams

I have seen new life’s glow and watched old ones fall in the abyss

And in my hope to soothe your soul, as I go I give you this

There are words upon my skin written in blood I shed and tears I cried

From them my peace will spring though I know them to be lies.