worth

Skill in the pen still eludes me
My sword is away
I have nothing
I am worthless

I sit and cry
I slowly die
And this is all I do
I am worthless

I slaughter songs
And call it art
Alone I lie, in dark seclusion
I am worthless

I long and long
For love divine
And life that is of worth
But I alone am pathetic in life
To be this is my curse