Elegy in Ashen Veils

Black is the sight in front of me  
My lips move, but voice a silent plea  
Grasping at hope, no...grasping at smoke  
I am frail and prone to fall like a dying tree  
 
My heart was once laden with joy  
Now it's empty, grieving, just a ploy  
I am but an empty gift, hollow inside and out  
Dead and burning like the house of Troy  
 
Oh, don't you see my eyes of despair?  
Would my death be just and fair?  
As you pass by with so little as a glance  
But feel a heart heavy and fraught beyond compare
 
Death does don many masks my friend  
A facade of love, lures me to the bittersweet end
Forsake me, this pit shall be my eternal abode
Forsake me, with no help to lend