thirteenpumpkins

sorrow,
sadness,
emptyness, distance.
is this the life I am condemned to?
Why does my heart hang heavy?
Why must I walk with my head hung low?
the tears that sting my eyes,
make me weary and tired.
then I cannot rest easy,
sleep escapes my hollow chest.
I want to reach out,
but I hold nothing,
I take away nothing,
I am nothing.
Who will break my fall,
when I stumble from grace?
Who will take my burden,
when I have taken the worlds?
how many times,
must I pay my penance,
and hope that every breath,
will be my last?
please, I am so tired,
let me lie down and rest a while,
just once....