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.