Poems #2: Miserere (A re-write)

A quick preface before this poem. I decided based on some feedback I received to radically alter Miserere into a new format. I shall not say anymore than that for I shall leave the interpretations to yourselves!

Some quick edits were made on (16/02/2013) which include a few tweaks to wording and grammar.

As Eris' apple grows

in the chasms void,

my voice, is destroyed;

by superfluous prose

which whispers wistful woes

of a past, devoid

of feelings, I avoid.

So, may silence by my requiem;

and salvation in my tears.

May my elegy be solemn;

and my freedom last for years.

May god have mercy on my soul;

and reconcile me as a whole.