I am hurt

I'm howling through the storm,
I am so alive yet so lost,
Is there really a place for me,
the future is a maze,
I'm always in confusion,
the delusions of being an important entity is gone,
I'm just laying motionless on your steel tracks,
don't care if I'm alive or dead,
I wrap myself around this cold bed,
and wait for your roaring nothingness,
em I really destined to be alone,
I scream for something, something to complete me,
I am beginning to feel claustrophobic,
these thoughts of no one knowing who I really am,
and disappearing into the beyond,
I long for friendship and love,
I am just a black dove who lost its wings,
laying there doing nothing but stuck in a fantasy,
that will soon disappear,
and once that spark that keeps me alive blows away,
I wait for you,
to destroy me,
pierce me with your sword of solitude,
cut me open and take my true self out,
and hold it like a trophy
and realize I am a beautiful soul.