Excuse of a Soul
The face staring back at me
has been the same
my whole life long.
And I have never loved it.
The eyes are glassy with burdens
Dull from the continuing sins.
And lacking any luster for life.
Searing anger sweeps across my brow
and causes those eyes to shine.
Glistening with rage of the worst kind.
How can I look into that face?
A heart that carries so much baggage
knows screaming will be no help.
My fears stare me in the face
and whisper sweet nothings in my ear.
Fear consumes me completely.
My hands shake.
And a cold chill runs down my spine,
tormenting me lustily.
The reflection of this familiar face
is one I have learned to loath.
Such a meaningless, worthless,
pitiful, ridiculous excuse of a soul
Written in those eyes