It’s time
This time: I aim for the heart
Feelings have made a fortress
With apathy at its guard
Defeated time and time again
Every time the surface is clean
Three more heads grow back unseen
A heart twisted in thorns
Longing for life to bloom again
But for every ounce of hope
Hell attacks harder than before
I shall be reborn in blood
Pour the fountain over me
Wash me clean
And cut out my heart
A desperate plea to combat this attack
The battleground is my heart
This war is won
But this journey won’t be one
Of ease
Raze the walls
Burn the fortress
And rebuild a kingdom
Of Your presence
Deconstruct what needs deconstruction
Reconstruct what needs reconstruction in Your image
Let the worthless things
Be blown away
Chaff has no weight
So sift it away
May it go up in flames...