Shallow souls

The torment I feel inside is only equaled by the tears I’ve cried.

Passionate embrace of old still burns white hot but seems ice cold.

It tears at my heart and rips bleeding chunks from my soul.

Why can’t I walk away?

Please comfort me with lies that all will be okay…

I can no longer tread the path of the dead.

I must exhume myself from this pit of sorrows grave.

Dirt under my nails as I claw at the cage above,

Screams of determination mixed with pain, and love.

As the breath of life brings a fire to my eye

The sinews of flesh animate this dead mans cry

It comes in waves and I ready myself for this fight.

The hairs on my neck at attention as I stay my ground till morning light

The approaching enemy like a fool to slaughter continues its advance.

I bury myself in rage and release this hypnotic trance.

My confidence is not misplaced.

I see red

As blood flows down my face, but not my own.

Penance you cannot afford as I destroy what you sought to steal from me.

You can’t kill what’s already dead.

And the life you thought you had is now hanging by a thread

You beg

Don’t look at me with sorrows eyes it won’t buy you any time

Feel sorry for yourself and not for me you can’t bind that which is free

Remorse is not given to thee how fitting that you still can’t see

That it’s liquid black and empty in the pool of shallow souls

(C) David Cole