Hearts of the Denied

Peeling through this God-made canvas
Searching for the answers
That hold this foundation up
Behind the walls of scars
I bleed out angel's hair
Like golden streams of pain
I thought you cared about the heart in your hands
Cold to your touch and broken
Take me to your place of reconing
To give it all away in exchange
For a heart made of razor wire
Suffocating on your words of exquisite pain
May be the sweetest death of all