Owning Hearts

How come everytime you do something it ends up being wrong
When the shadows of the night before have disappeared
Hidden from the glory of the sun's light
Trembling in fear of what is to come
You just find yourself standing next to nothing
Leaning on the branches of a tree called hate
A tree so old
The ancestors of those before us call home
It feeds on the heart's deepest desires of lust & greed
Lives underneath the bodies who have cercum to the poision that runs through their veins
Given to them by the deceatful mistress of the life they always wanted
Masacered by what they thought was right
Derived from the worng that has left a print
A mark
A scar
So deep, only the chosen ones can actually remember what had happened
To get them to a point where they can't not want to slit there throats wide open
Releasing all the words they have ever wanted to say
Showing the truth that lies beneath their severed lives
Exposing what they thought was better kept hidden
Secrets that erroded away their humanity
Removed all the proofs of the excitance of a human being
With a heart stil beating on its own
Not controled by any creature under the 7 skies
Proving the presence of a higher being awaiting your reply upon a prayer
The only true thing a person owns is his right to think & preceave
To contimplate all there is & hiding it in one's heart
That place in your heart where you run & hide to
You own your soul
Your heart
Your mind
Your thoughts
Preseving them in time
Allowing them to grow in the red field of blood that make up your time capsule in the shape of your own body
Rivers of red wine, wine through it like a mase
Feeding all that lies beside it
Owning something is a responsibility that should be given to very few people
Seldomly we find ourselves owning up to it
Showing that part of one's instincts
One's inner most being that gives out that aray of hope & love
A birth-right abandoned by most
Used to the advantage of very few people
Deserved by even less
You own your heart & your soul
But once given to someone else
You are never to get it back
You heart is your posention
Given once never taken back & given again
Pick its resting place wisely
As for thee
I have chosen the cage by which I have trapped my heart in
Which have proven nothing less than a Heaven
A Heaven of pure love & affection
For I have chosen you.. M.A.S. <3*