Stillborn Heart.

From departure, coalescence, the inglorious essence...
I drag, I drown in my remains.
To disappearance, interference...
Of shadows wandering in the rain.

Damned am I to realize,
The predicament I effortlessly sustain...
Pins pricked into my darkest crevices...
And suffering delivered into pain.

Not a bare inch of ground beneath me,
No higher endowment to descend...
A cage devoid of all shape and structure....
This nothingness shall never end.

I rattle these bars that house my soul....
Emanating the squeal of your dreadful name.
My tongue weeps for you to save me;
But you have distanced far away.

To then, whose darkness shall I belong?
The mother of my stillborn heart?
Who will nurse the sweet child below...
Who falls without end into the dark?

Damned am I to realize,
The wreckage my sporadic emotions cause...
A mire of deathly, morose destruction,
To a terrible blackness, my purpose falls....

Within this spiral of broken intention,
Cries my commitment to meaningless cause.
This nothingness shall never end,
To damnation, darkness calls...