sad music plays
as the broken
voice of the fool
fills the emptiness
that chokes him
from within

is there anything
real
except this
constant sorrow

why does
everything
have to be
so goddamned heavy
that the force
pulls these tears
down the craggy
nothingness
of an utter failure
staring
into the gray skies
that dispassionately
scowl
at the puddle
of worthless regret

and the only light
is her
perfect lines
that he carves
into the gray flesh
of his shambling corpse

the devil sits
amid a chorus
of the damned
feeling
every curse
as it pierces
his burnt flesh
as the feathers smolder
from his
angelic misconceptions
longing for
one taste of
the sunshine
on her lips