Like a Vase, Like a Void.

Glorify it for me,

The ignorance that feeds on us like parasites,

The feelings that make it so we can’t do anything right.

Glorify the wheels that turn, the flames that burn,

And threaten that if I try to leave I’ll be devoured.

But I’m not scared, oh no, I’m never afraid.

I’ve been through the darkest valleys,

I’ve sailed the angriest seas;

Yet no amount of mortal terror could ever plague me.

I am numb, no, I am dead,

Inside this fragile body; inside this empty head.

My hands no longer shake; my tears no longer fall,

For I am a mortal no longer, I’ve been promoted.

Oh, but the power is more than I can handle as it surges,

Courses through my veins, I remain in tact on the outside,

But I’m hollowed out like a vase, like a void.

And this void takes even the brightest light, the deepest hope,

It takes all good and blasts it into oblivion to never be know again.

How can I ever return to be the person I always wanted to be instead of this figurative corpse,

Decaying where I stand?

My frame still holds its form, but the rest of me has mutated.

Ignorance has turned me into the one thing I have despised for so long.