Voice of The Ash

Dung is more worthwhile than this soul
That after it is buried will produce fallow soil
The bugs won’t eat because I have no taste
The ground won’t accept what doesn’t belong
Interred as it were, I will not rest at all
Tormented by my unjust existence
Each beat of this heart fills me with pain
I can’t stand another round
This blood is not meant for living
It is meant to spill on the ground
To be mopped up and washed away
Like it never existed at all
Burn me and burn it all
May I ever cease to exist
To offend those around me no more
To finally see them smile genuinely
As if a weight has been lifted from them
And that they can stop feeling guilty
And can stop pretending to care
For this wretch of a soul
That should have never existed
One with the void, one with none
My chest hurts from all of this beating
This stupid heart demands it should do
As much as I try and I will and I want
Nothing has stopped, it still beats on
Nightmares of self when I close my eyes
Tell me all I ever needed to know
About the vile despicable me
And how the day will be won
Patience has never been my strongest suit
Yet here I am, waiting for the end
There’s nothing here that I can call my own
So when it happens I will be blissfully alone