she feels

She bled from her eyes , seeding from the fuel
of belief that I may breathe unto her bathing in a grace
I once stole from heights of a doves wing fickled in a sort
of jaded tears..

More then I claimed she so begged too not suffer as blood
so tempted  the darken chain I wired along each
word she carved out from my pain of her , there I may
rachion her  passion for pain leaving helpless, hopelessly
torn for my cry sheltering my shun once pardon as if i riped age old
quotes from the book of judas to save her name in the breath's
I wasted..

Withering there she smelled of rigorous test from the shadow
of light lying amid her virgin sense of winding prayers painted in a vigil
of fear yet she bleeds  for the existence that Iam her savior wheeling
her beautiful passing along nights of wounded hands weaken from
what may have been fore I felt the dove breathe into me as she begged that its cold outside...