I am sad

But I can’t cry

I am tired

But I can’t sleep

I am afraid

But I can’t care

I am angry

But I can’t scream

I am in pain

But I’m numb

I am alive

But I feel dead

I am old

But I feel young

I have a little sister

But i don’t

I don’t

Snake crept low into the garden

And brought temptation

As a storm of ruin;

It took barely a whisper,

Such was the human heart

Dying to be pushed from the cliff

That it might thrill in the fall

Ignoring the crushing end

While pulling everyone they could

Into the black abyss with them

Now we wait on our own Mary

To come on the cleansing sunrise

Wrapt in the robes of the blue sky

To crush the serpent beneath her heel

And spare us all from this cycle of pain

We

We fall into old shadows

When we’re in pain

Dark and hoary paths

That tear our flesh;

Unfilled holes dug blindly

To trap passersby

But ensnare us instead

And the cycle

It never seems to end

The stars are blinking out

One after another

And soon they’ll be gone

And me with them

Leaving empty blackness

Hollow spaces

Where there used to be

Something

Every light is vanishing