rejects

     
hallowed be my shame      
in the halls of my grief      
i am but a leper cast out      
     
as i die a little more inside      
my insanity grows      
different faces for each new day      
     
& i hide in the barren lands      
my voice is tainted      
it comes from a place of pain      
     
it slices me      
serves up the bitter truth raw      
no place to hide      
from the pen's reflection      
there are no filters      
no masks      
a soul slipping sideways      
is revealed      
     
grim is the way      
of my wandering      
off the path      
into the dark      
     
where the desolate walk      
each clawing  
at their fellow fallen      
with no direction      
& no way back      
     
we stare at each other in horror      
for what remains      
even the devil wouldn't take      
     
     
     
     
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