Sorrows Of The Blameless Poem by Vincent Feliciano

From the pools of blood
That my black heart lay
Are the unsung songs
Of hope-laiden dreams

As they reach for the air
That once pulsed their veins
They remain blind to knowing
Your air was always a lie

As i twist and turn
In the plight of my descent
I dare to wonder
Of an end to my fall

Your taste of remorse
Is sweet to the palate
As you think nothing
Of the blood that stains your walls

How lifeless these eyes
That once held you so tight
And deaf are these ears
That once echoed your name

As you trace out the lips
Of my hollow desire
You blow on the ash
Of my smoldering dreams