Hope

I am back in a place I've been before
Dark and cold
Only the dead would call it home
Between living and dead am I
I have killed off all my friends
I have been driven from my home like a leper
In my chest is a stone
When I bend I can feel it pressing against my rib cage
Trying to pierce this sad flesh
Without it I would be no different
It doesn't love, it doesn't beat
It feeds neither flesh nor soul
I cry for nothing and nothing cries for me
My attempt to be alive is a sham
Done expertly to avoid the harsh glare
To fend off those who would intrude on all I have left
My despair

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