In distant whispers
of utter need.
"there goes the life", Taunts the grief.
Behind my eyes
I rage, I scream, I angrily cry....
How can this be?
Such a day, such saddness and sorrow.
What have I done, as
This deep darkened weight is resting,
Just, don't let it be so.
As if I haven't sacrificed enough
Is this the prize?
When my soul has given and my energy wasted
For no ones glory
What else do you want from me?