Bloodstained Alter
Red on the marble floor
a silent witness to the horror
Her blood pools at the altar
a stark testament to my sin
Her body lies lifeless
once so full of grace
Now broken bruised
deprived of love’s embrace
I stand frozen
disbelieving
the weight of what I’ve done
crushing me
A priest’s collar tight around my neck
a smoking gun heavy in my hand
She came to the chapel seeking refuge
seeking solace
She found only death
I was meant to guide her
but instead
I took away her breath
The red at her feet spreads
a stain that no prayer can erase
My footsteps echo loud and hollow
as I flee into the shadows
the shame following close behind
I never meant for this
I swear it wasn’t part of any plan
But now I’m a murderer in the house of God
a broken damned man
They call it a crime of passion
a moment of rage
but those words mean nothing
She’s gone
Her life ended by my hands
and no confession can turn the page
And now here I sit
on death row
counting my final breaths
haunted by the altar I defiled
by the blood I spilled
Her face her voice
they never leave me
My soul is stained
eternally lost
forever chained
to the altar of my hate
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