The Hollow Tomb

(Written long ago)

The day may come
to say goodbye
To this torn and withered man
Maybe to some
a tearful eye
will cloud those that misunderstand.

Maybe for a time
some may mourn
especially those who I cherish
but keep in mind
the feeling I adorn
is the want and the need to perish.

For me to go on
to aimlessly persist
in my tormented state of being
Is to curse the dawn
with a bloody fist
for there is nothing left worth seeing.

The stake that's driven
deep into my side
is one of life's greatest gifts
I wait to be forgiven
so deep down inside
lays the hope that this curse soon lifts.

Deeper and deeper
the stake will pierce
While I writhe at agony's feet
Seems I am the keeper
of a pain so fierce
that atonement may never be complete.

The wounds will heal
at the end of the day
and the torment will again repeat
This cycle will reveal
in a wicked way
the fruition of my mind's defeat.

Within this hollow shell
echoes a vague pulse
that fades as my dreams have faded
No one can tell
but I am repulsed
By the abomination that was created.

People tend to think
that because I speak
that I am a part of happenings around
but I continue to sink
since I am weak
as the heart moans an empty sound.

They often get ahead
and continue to talk
as if things are how they should be
but I am already dead
and lined with chalk
in a grave that's deep within me.