A victory?

Your lies and your pain and your selfish heart are screaming my name; your lust, your vengeance, your hate is roaring at me. My flesh is shaking while my heart begins to drip with the deepest crimson, and I feel alone. You try and take everything I love, your fiendish acts leave me in a daze. With every victory you dart for my throat with such violence I nearly crumble from fear. You leave me deprived you and try and steal my gift for Him.

I feel my muscle tense and my fingernails dig deep into my skin while he tries to consume my will. I look for something to lift me out bed, but I have no strength left inside of me. The wind crashes through and sunders this shadow .The moonlight shines in through all the black and slowly I release my fist. I gaze above and I search in side my heart. My tears are wiped from my eyes and once again hope is all I see only because I can’t forget how much He loves me.

Tired

I keep dredging through a valley of black with all your burdens on my back. I never see your face and your voice is far from me. I give you devotion and love, and you give me half hearted response lace with spite and duty. I try and stay faithful to God’s will and you drag me through the mud and expect me to still feel the same? You hold all the answers yet you keep them to yourself.

I don’t need these lies and uncertainty I don’t need you to lift me up or be there for me, but I want you to be there with me. I don’t think you feel the same way. I have been patient for too long now and still you have nothing to offer me? I put you through one night of pain and it tore me apart to know I put you through that, and you put me through months of pain and seem to have no remorse for what you have done.

If you loved me you would listen to God and do as he pleases because I am so tired of this. I raise my arms with heart in hand you can either smash it to pieces or embrace it, but I don’t think I can offer my heart much longer because my arms are getting tired.