Soul

I try to put my soul on paper but after you, how can anything be good enough?
When the storm in my veins tries to escape, I put the knife down, in your name...
And I try, harder than ever, to mutter a prayer to the warm summer air
To bring me my storms, to bring you with them, and with a lightning bolt
Resuscitate this bond beyond death-- but there's nothing...
And the gods have turned a deaf ear to my blasphemous lips and they remain,
Unforgiving and stern for t'was I who kicked them from heaven when you
Asked me for all I could give...
And I worry, right now, when the night is at its darkest and cold winter winds
Bring demons with yellowish skins ready to skin, and tear limb from limb
In their search for within my veins-- for you, my dear.
Let them come for you are safely tucked away in the only part of me
That will forever be unwavering, kept safe behind a cage of bones,
Protected from all that don't know your name, your sign, and your soul...
For in my fortress, where my strength lies chained... at the core of my sanity
Lies your name written in blood soaked promises of everlong...
Of forever and always, of 'till death do us part, or until we depart from this life.
Let them come and with my last breath I will shout out your name and dispel
Both Heaven and Hell in one breath, in one blink of an eye...
And with the last beat of my heart I will worship your soul, for it is your soul
That keeps me strong, sane, and whole.