I
can't face the mirror
Because the sins of yesterday
Pile high my disgrace.
What am I if my shadows
Hold more light than I?
Who can the disgraced
Run to when they've
Lost everyone else?
Dispossession.
Like running a knife
Through my still beating heart.
I'd rather die
Than give in to the darkness.
You are what you are in the dark.
Base and vile,
Your agony is mostly deserved.
If only you would
Cast off the veil
That blinds your heart.
But you find more comfort in your pain
Than in the peace that waits for you.
How foolish you are.
Then you shall sleep-
An eternal sleep.
For that is the only peace
I can offer
Such a hopeless one as you.