He is Me

As I walk through this valley
All I see is Death
No matter how hard I try
I can't escape the Emptiness
Then softly in the distance
I hear someone cry
Such deep and painful loneliness
Causing my soul to die

Frantically I search the void
For this lonely soul
Some hidden force, driving me
With the need to console
I come across a crimson stream
Created from countless tears
By the size of the blood filled sea
It has flowed for endless years

Leading me through dark forests
Enshrouded in misery
Thru the mists of desolation
So thick that I can't see
The depression is so heavy
It causes me to seethe
So oppressive is its vileness
That I can hardly breathe
Within this fog of hopelessness
A silhouette, yes I do see
I approach a broken
and forgotten man
Only to fine that He is Me

As he lifts his head in sorrows
Bloody tears flowing from each eye
In a quivered broken voice he says
"How I wish that I could die."
I kneel down beside myself
To wipe away those endless tears
As I touch the lonely droplets
The other me disappears

In sorrows I fall lifeless
In the place where I did lie
Consumed in pain
and loneliness
I . . .
begin . . .
to cry . . .