The Hampton String Quartet Follow

Is this what happens when her forgiveness turns to loathing? overlooked are the emotions she left unguarded
the key to her heart, is a dagger, the same, twisting in mine, rendering it useless, her halo now burns, a symbol of everything I have stolen, all that was once holy now has been soiled, my one true love, why do you forsake me? the epitome of my ardency, has yielded yet another fallacy, these heart strings will never lay idle, as long as the angel whispers your name, still three words have shattered everything, I have ever lived for, my tongue cauterized for conveying a concept that was heard distorted, twisted into sin, could you paint me a picture of misconception? would you leave me to burn amongst the wicked?

my love, my purgatorial amorist, you hold the dagger, only you, plunge it deep within me, give me solace.