Cracked skin of molten lava,
Covering my soul,
With a great nothingness within.
Who can hear the endless echo of my heart?
How do I escape from that great dark beast,
Chained to my soul?
I can feel its pull,
Great wrenching tugs,
With the strength of madness.
Will it take a flashing blade,
A streak of shining steel,
To pierce my chest,
And release the emptiness?
Closing my eyes I take a deep swig.
And walk towards the sound of crashing waves,
The dull roar promising an end to pain,
inexerable apathy.
I surrender,
swallowing rapture a mouthful at a time.
Standing alone,
Always alone.
So rare to be touched.
To feel the outside world,
In this body of stone.