Blinded by its mocking glare
why must it taunt and stare

You get what you ask for
years of lifelessness is the score

Weight of the revulsive gem
is too much to comprehend

Chop off that which desecrates
freeing your spirit to consecrate

Blood pours out, stirring your need
coughing up bits, a bitter defeat

Reminisce of lost years which lapsed by
****** your life as your passion ran dry