On a Pitch Black Board

On a pitch black board
On the walls of my mind
I wrote your name a thousand times
And a thousand times I shout it pain
With a chalk of powdered blood
What’s left in me when you left
Broken memories and shattered veins
And the peril of staying sane

I hear the screams inside,
Of wounds you left exposed
To shout and scream, and shrill
In a night of desolate stars
That dim on pulsing shrills
And I sing an ancient hymn
Of god and heaven and hell
In hopes of an angel passing by
To take my soul, to rest and die