So obvious on your paling skin.
Red lips still parted from your final cry,
Wrists slashed deep, open from your final sin
Your head still bowed from your heartfelt pray-er
That you had to speak so god could hear you.
He had to know that love was so unfair
So he could forgive what you would do.
Rested on your knees you made your escape,
Your heart left broken from your last betrayal.
For ever in pray-er you chased your fate
You wanted to feel love hadn’t failed.
You felt as if there was nowhere to hide,
Your last escape became your suicide.
Very Good.
Love the use of pray-er