Oh God, it’s gone.

When did I lose it?

Where did it go?

How in the name of God,

will I ever, ever get it back?

It hurts,

The emptiness that is remaining.

A gaping, bloody hole,

Were once my soul did dwell.

A wound so deep I almost can’t breath.

I throw myself on your mercy,

I beg, I cry,

Please, God, Please!

Help me

I am lost in the darkness.

So black,

thick with nothingness

Empty,

A shell of what once I was

now completely barren.

I want the light,

No,

I need the light

Soft sweet caresses

of radiance.

The feathery touch of Peace,

Peace!

Oh, sweet tranquility!

To once again feel you,

brushing against my callused heart.

My heart.

If that's what you can call it

An atrophied muscle,

a twisted, sinister

waste of flesh.

 Was I born forsaken?

Made to be the walking example?

An archetype of what can happen,

of what you'll become,

If you loose faith in life.

Am I lost forever?

Will I see the outstretched hand

or is to late, to dark?

Am I forever to walk this existence,

empty and despondent?