• The Stone
    The path has never been treaded upon
    Since the day you staggered along it to your hollow

    Where you bask in the infinite loneliness
    And self pity that consumes your soul
    It condemns you into nothingness

    Until you are a Stone
    A placid gray Stone with speckles of black

    Incapacitated, you wait patiently for a savior
    To move you
    To take you to a cool steam
    Where you may erode away
    Into the oblivion you so desperately desire

    The bitter intimidating darkness
    Dances with demons in pandemonium
    Stabbing their jagged steely nails under your skin
    The pain completely bludgeons your senses
    Until shock overtakes you

    Agony grips you with an unrelenting power
    There is no escape from yourself
    Your path will never be treaded upon