Reborn in nothingness

A fine soul, damaged and torn.
Brought to life, newly reborn.
It creeps through his flesh and blood.
While buried in blackened mud.

Luck abandoned his incarnated manifestation,
His heart rotten and denied salvation.
Only a hollow husk remains to be seen,
Left in a hole of dirt, yet so serene.

He loves his new live given,
Cleansed from sin, forgiven.
Burned by the sun with no light,
Eyes scorched, completely without sight.

His future is dark, cold and bleak,
A lifeless form, powerless and weak.
Thirsty and dry, drinking his own tears,
While being drowned in justified fears.