Thoughts From a Corpse 9-5-11

My decisions based on demented visions.
A heart cut from my chest with violent precision.
If I could take back my time as simply as I write these lines ,
I'd be fine inside, and redeemed of my pride.
If I could erase my brain of the pain you caused,
I wouldn't feel so insane and lost.
Was my the soul the cost of your love?
The forbidden romance of the Raven and Dove.
It came and went now my hatred returns.
Each memory of you I wish could be burned.
Ashes of my physical memory lit by your flame.
Fulfill my wish, and forget my name.