Catacomb Of Cries

Soon and soon
I'll waste away
From sleep unfound
From food uneaten

Nothing
But bones left
And head bereft
Heart shrivelling into before

The chore is living
The chain is leaving
The chest is heaving
The smile is gone

And I stare and I weep
A shorn sheep
Splayed naked over
A fireplace searing my mind
The smell is gone

On the next full day of fall
A pair after the first one
I looked heavily through the well
I had a chance and didn't see it
I had a chance and fell instead
A different way to dire darkness
The kind that stays inside my head
As now my soul is left for dead