wretched

i'm so cold.nothing on the inside.so burn me. so cold. no one to hold.

so burn this body.i'm not feeling anymore. chilling. now i'm turning to

stone. so burn this wretched body.angel embrace this disheveled

wretch. i am the thief who hides the light beneath the filth of burning

fingers. smothered under-not quite drowning. reaching over-

not quite living. this is the gravedigger who throws his own body

beneath the shit you thread. carry me there regret the life. tarry onward

running away calloused.these ribs hold no more than hollowness a

hole dug as my grave, though i'm buried inside my head. already

dead to your touch, to your light. your eyes march forward with

c o n d e m n a t i o n ...

feel this solitude burn me.