Trish Harmon

Tonight Is The Night

Tonight is the night
Where I wrong my rite
Drowned in my own loss
I find nothing of worth

Ripped from the inside out
Gushing blood of sorrow
I see my heart
My body’s greatest marrow

Encased like a fiend
By my martinet
Stripped of emotion with no commotion
I am not worth what I get

You are my prayer of loneliness
Sucked dry of my own spirit
Bound by your holiness
You enable me no love

Belabor me all you wish
If that is your behest
It’s on my behalf?
Honestly, I expected nothing less

Sever the ties
Harvest the ...