The Author

I am the weak, I am the powerless,
so heartsick, so despondent, words of the lonely.
I am the solitary, I am the emptiness,
secluded within, within the author.
The voice of the desperate, the pathetic forsaken wreck.
The sickening, the self destructive symptoms have become me.
the changing seasons, wasting away.
The darkest of feeling asphyxiate.
I am the weak, I am the powerless,
so heartsick, so despondent, words of the lonely.
I am the solitary, I am the emptiness,
secluded within, within the author.
The sins I can’t, I can’t wash away. no.
Will I ever become anything more than the words on this page?
Feeling so numb from despair like morphine,
like morphine!
This departure will be the last.
The mind of the wretched,
The violent destructive monster.
The dead inside the empty shadow,
I am the broken one.
The broken one.