To Eden

The saddest thing
A heart will ever hold
Are the last golden drops
Of a Holy Eternal Love
As one by one
They curdle
And shrivel
Into pain
And darkness

Wanting to stop it
To save it
To heal it
But
Instead
Being forced
To watch
Helpless
As the most precious thing
In all creation
Dies

Those last futile days
Tortured hours
Doomed moments
When sincere precious love
Is not yet gone
But slowly
Slowly
Slips away

Are the altar of pain
In the infernal cathedral
Of Lucifer’s Hell
They are the crucible
Of Doom
That manufactures evil
They are
The worst thing
In the world

And when they are over
When love is gone
There is
Nothing left
But the void
And memories
And an everlasting longing
To return
To Eden