Wretched

I’m so cold. nothing on the inside
So burn me
So cold. no one to hold
So burn this body
I’m not feeling anymore
Chilling, now I’m turning to stone
So burn this wretched body
Angel ambrace this disheveled wretch
I am the thief who hides the light beneath the filth of burning fingers
Smothered under not quite drowning reaching over, not quite living
This is the gravedigger who throws his own body
Beneath the shit you tread carry me there
Regret the life tarry onward running away calloused
These ribs hold no more than hollowness — a hole dug as my grave
Though I’m buried insode my head
Already dead to your touch, to your light
Your eyes march forward with condemnation…
Feel this solitude
Burn with me