A prayer of my empty soul

Dark heart
Lost soul
Tormented nights
When will it end?

When my eyes are closed at night
They come to visit
Tiny creatures
Carrying abnormal metal blivets
Some recognizable faces
Beyond graves
Call my name
And so sleep is never pleasant

When my eyes are opened
Abandoned alone to my thoughts
They would come to visit
These tiny creatures
And soon faceless voices
Then cries beyond the grave
So solitude is never pleasant

When I am in the presence of the masses
Immersed in the multitude
They would come to visit
These ill-mannered midgets
And again the voices would invade my mind
And cries from the dungeons of hell would echo out my name
Disrespecting even my social circles

I often think of death
Yet that thought too provokes torture through my spirit
I don't want to die as a coward
Moreover I don't want to abandon the ones I love
Love,
that's a really strange word
One not found in my vocabulary
For it is because of this "love"
That I am now tormented
Living my hell on earth

I pray
Not to God
Because even He failed me
Not to objects created
for they carry no salvation
Neither to death and darkness,
for it too is a subject of an angry God
Not to myself,
because of fear of blasphemy
I pray either way
To nothing
Just to voice out my cries

AMEN