I sit in the heart of anguish
and watch the rays of the setting sun
drown in my bleeding eyes.
Thoughts wandering to and fro like
an orphan thrown to the street
to smell the stinky scent of life
My faded faith clings to my deemed
hope, both dangling on a broken line.
Waves of uncertainty toss my
conviction round and about.
With my hands, I touch and count the stars,
there are few.
I wait for the moon; she rejects my presence
I wake from each dream shuddering
Strength fail, failure glare at the fight
between demons and self, battling with
zeal to conquer my sanity,
but every step I make only brings me closer
to a faceless fellow in black beckoning
"Come to me; I need your soul"