Sweet Heartache

Aching as the dim light awakens me. If only hearts were larger than the mind. Bleeding for what will never be. At days end, wrenched to pieces that are key To having sweet release from what I find. Aching as the dim light awakens me. Stained, my love unfit with appetency; Seeking sweet release; faltered faith in mind. Bleeding for what will never be. Dancing in the fire of illicit plea; willfully chastised for pretending blind. Aching as the dim light awakens me. Bound by chafing chains, perpetually; Suffering, by my hand, for that which binds. Bleeding for what will never be. Beating through the ache, marked to set me free; Quelled by unwholesome thoughts and intertwined. Aching as the dim light awakens me. Torturing every fiber of my being; Stabbing with ferocity redesigned. Bleeding for what will never be. Faint, and dying still, mind and heart agree; Forever bound within these chains I’ll be. Aching as the dim light awakens me. Bleeding for what will never be.