Sat alone, your silent contemplation

Illuminated in the candles dying flame

Sat in frustration with agonising thoughts of failed endeavours

You came to them with wounds torn open

A body wrought with desperation

And all who would help are denied absolution

Tradgedy has marked your life

Dulled your teeth and ground your bones to dust

A mind in shackles

Chained since birth to a broken ideal

You have grovelled before their altar

Yet still they offer no true salvation

Allow death to consume true redemption

Force the spirit into pathetic submission

Helpless you left alone to seek out a forgotten truth

Hidden behing blinded eyes

Blinded by age not ignorance

A terrifying reality that rests beneath a twisted form

You have seen your own death

You are hateful at yourself for living

Sat alone, in helpless frustration

Lone candle casts light upon the open coffin

That terrible altar before you

Place stones to hold the doors

And in rabid consuming fury you begin your task

You beat the corpse

Each blow drives out a lie

Lies that have marked your life

Each broken bone a shackle broken from you