Lost

from high lonely mountain tops.

I want to hurl my fury

like stones

into the sea.

I want to pierce my heart

with a dagger

and offer my black blood

as a sacrifice

to the God of Love,

a vengeful, angry god.

Sanity shatters,

shards reforming into

mindlessness, lunacy.

Like a frantic drowner,

I swallow the blackness,

filling myself with fear,

and anguish.

I am alone in the void,

crying in the night.

I am the mirror that bears no reflection,

that shatters when you touch it,

pricks your finger,

draws your blood.

I am a body with a shriveled soul,

withered

aged beyond imagining.

I am only half alive,

longing for death, yet fearing it.

My life has no meaning without the

ONE.

I am the confusion after the dream, just before waking.

I am all of this.

I am NOTHING.

He’s not coming.

I am lost.