My heart now empty.
you stole the piece that made me whole.
time will tell,
your punishment will come.
i do not know when,
but it will come.
your soul slowly being ate away by the guilt,
you know what you did.
hes gone.
a peaceful sleep from which he'll never awake.
there will be a time,
when you realize,
you are a terrible excuse for a human.
having a soul means feeling love,
loyalty,
and gratitude.
you don't seem to have one.
you felt hopeless,
like nothing,
you weren't satisfied with the life,
that god has so generously given you.
you felt empty.
so you stole the soul of a saint,
hoping you would be healed.
thoughts of this tragedy,
they come to me in bloody,
broken dreams.
what i wouldnt give to be with him now.
to atleast say goodbye.
to see him one last time.
just to see him smile again.