My Murderer Was Hiding Right Inside My Heart

There was one thing in the heart, and it was painful. The tears that flowed from the eyes had a tinge to them. The body was riddled with wounds, and pain was all over. Every scar begs the question, 'Who was it, and whose was it? ' My murderer was hiding right inside my heart, With each exhalation, he wonders who it was. Though the heart was certain that He would appear, Yet kept asking eyes have you seen Him. I didn't sleep all night and instead gazed at the stars, The moon was unfaithful, hiding behind clouds. The destination was within sight, we had patience on our side, But life took many U turns and made things appear deride.