The tears that once drifted down my cheeks, raining wind blown statue that was once blood and bone now but mere stone.
My empathy binds me tight with stone of marble that barely lets me see the light.
The endlessness of unrest, The hunger within, Pain withers my soul.
It always seems empty when the stars burn bright in the heavens that be.
I now stand quietly stone instead of flesh after my bloody tears weep no more.
My cheeks are cracked and brittle, It is as if they won't bleed a drop for evermore. My eyes closed behind the darkness of the stone where hunger plagues my soul. It is waking days and endless nights of hunger that walk with me with this unrest mortalized in stone.
The black shadows of my closed dead eyes begin to feel the warmth in the shadows of the hazy light. A death song that echoes through my being traped in the stone that captures my soul. My being is taunted by the voices that call forth I hunger for blood inside this body of stone.
My journey walks like death beyound this stone statue that has not come to rest. As I am immortal traped within the tomb of stone, My cries go unanswered as I walk among souls. Upon my cracked lips that dispels the suffering that this stone hell entangled within this body of stone.
Hunger rips at my soul when somebody is near bowing to me like I was there god as my cracked lips make no movement. As if starting me back where it began behind these closed dark eyes of stone.
My eyes bare the weather beaten voids that yeald the cries no voice can carry. The meaning of my walk with this journey now streams over the soul in somber that was given to my soul by the ravonious hunger that is of my empty embrace.
In the passage of my time, My broken soul becomes partners to my mortal death, as cast of stone is my shield to behold the stories never told and it is always behind the darkness of these dead closed eyes.
