Under Ebony Shades

Abased by my grief, the troubled mind
I bear, drags me down the abyss of endless loneliness.
Enlight the reek in which you dwell.
You re the weak your soul has fell. -
Hear the prayer of a lost soul.
Even though the greatest of my wishes is being stoic,
God has made me one of many stooges.
Trusting only thou who is alike myself.
I merge with the darkness that embraces me for who
I am. Emaciated by their faulter moves, they hide under the cloak of blasphemy.
Desperately yearning for love, finding only misery
Avount Now
I loath the presence of
God, whom
I had such trust in.
Only to be abandoned, my hardest of times.
Pierce the mind see what is not.
Try to sense the spirit rot.