Tonight, April 23rd

This night I did the hardest Thing I've ever done, Letting Go. Good-bye are the hardest Words ever said by man. A finality implicit, Reality all too explicit. Tonight, I bent myself Over the altar. And I, the Priest of the Broken, Patron Saint of the Lost, Held the blade, Cut my own heart from it's Ebony Temple, And held it Still beating in my hands. A sense of detachment, Overcomes me, As the beats slow, then stop. I place the muscle in The Brazier And watch my Soul go up in flames. The bright red blackens Til my heart looks as dark As I feel.