Abandoned and broken by all that I’ve known,
My trust falls away into the unknown,
My heart holds the pieces to my decay,
My solemn walk of pity and shame,
I stared upon the idols I held most dear,
Rusted by betrayal and cold tears,
I feel so alone in my own dark,
I feel like the dead,
With little to no spark,
I scream to the night,
Like wolf to the moon,
And all I get is a dingy shovel….
With sharpen teeth,
And a heinous laugh,
I dig my own grave,
For that’s the only thing I’m quite good at.