I have a wound in my side that will not heal
leaking energy to the four winds
and to the depths of hell
where I will eventually send myself
if I do not get well
from this sickness in my soul
that yearns for what is not real
I lost my innocence and my trust
and all that remains is the remains
of a corpse once full of strength
but weakened by feeling of emptiness
and need for love
to match the love I cried out to give
no gifts I have even been given
could match the grail I wanted to have
and so I have never been satisfied
distracted by this noise
I’ve missed my call to action