Ink Stained Soul…

I can’t be sacrificed again. Strapped to an altar for your sacrifice. Giving my heart under the moon and stars only to have it carved out of my chest. Running as fast as my feet will go, but slashed at to wound further. Your gift from The Gods themselves, watching from their thrones as you slaughter what was meant to be unconditional. Tears shed from the sacred promise I made, even if you never heard. By the morning light, my cries will be faint, my heart barely beating. When they take me away, you will see who I was. I can’t be sacrificed anymore. And my love can’t be replicated.