my gods burden

With the unshakeable feeling that the sun, that my skin,
my heart will never feel as warm as it had as a child, as a being with hope,
life and direction…
lost

That the wintriness of the darkest, loneliest nights will now somehow be thrice that as nights long gone, forgotten, pushed down to the deepest crevasses of my feeble, pathetic, existence…

That the darkness inside you grows with every breath, with every glance into the past, with every thought of an impossible future…

Shed the skin, this pale, unspeakable excuse of a person,
Shed the skin,
Shed the wasted, lifeless, loveless, shrunken creature that is a mockery of
man, a farce among peers…

He wondered to himself,
Gazing into the half empty glass,
This glass that now, somehow, mirrored himself

When will this all be done?
When will this be done?
This life
This wasted breath
This unjust burden on Gods heart...