Little Agonies

 
sadness speak to me of sorrow
how the two can not be quenched
talk to me of beauty
in the eternal scorn
little belief still exists
no matter the cost

faith turns in the storm
battle lines are drawn
inside the desire cry for days lost
pick up the scars and walk on

with a love so great it aches
take hope with you for the journey
tiny needful rays of pain
make one blush with hurt

melancholy bleeds the soul
it is with great lusts I grieve
never to be fulfilled

I die