Bethske

Take me in your arms Carry me to your Kingdom Where the bones lay bleached Among the ashes And the screams drown out my sighs Lay me down among the bodies Lay me down and forget my name Teach me your religion Your deity of desolation Take me from my heaven And lead me to your hell Where your cold arms hold me close Wrapped tight around my throat Strangling all my cries Lay me down with broken idols Lay me down with a curse upon your lips Teach me the hate that you hold I crave your twisted love

“I don’t know what I believe in” She said, looking at me through frightened lashes It’s a scary thing To realize that everything you clung to so desperately No longer supports you “My world is shaking under me My life is an earthquake And I don’t think I can keep standing” I held her close In an effort to stop the jarring motions That threatened to tear her apart It’s a scary thing To lose everything at once And find only freedom “I don’t know what I believe in” She reiterated And then she added softly “But I think I believe in you”

It would not seem possible That such a short time has passed If it had been many years It would not concern me so much That the strong and beautiful creature I knew Had been washed out and washed away What has the world done to you? That you could become so frail? It breaks my heart, dear Because the pieces of you That I’ve gathered in my arms Don’t seem to go back together I can feel my heart breaking in my chest Because nothing ever seems so cruel As the destruction of such perfect strength And you were perfect Maybe you still are But it’s a perfection that hurts Because I’ve never seen you defeated And if I could