at your enemies

throw the emptiness at your enemies.
make them feel the weight
that it entails
make their hips hurt under the crushing weight
of the Ruins.
the Ruins that once held
the heart's edge
as silent as a blade.
but now what i see
is the heart, in its splendid entirety.
the pulsing makes the Temple live.
and i have skipped out on a life
just to look on
but no longer, the den isn't emptied in vain
the space is no longer an afterglow
and life no longer a cheap trick.
full of heart, the temple sways to the Ebbing
of your blood in my vains.