A shell
A husk tossed into the drift
Discarded and left to float
All alone in a sea of cold breakers

The insides were ablaze once,
Now burnt to cinders.
You'd never know that there was once a glow there
A spark
A heart
And now bled out
And dried up
That which was not eaten by the wolves
Or ****** up by maggots

Even the great ocean cannot quell
The anxious spirits that
leap laughingly at the furrowed
coal-like chasms that are but ghosts in this shell;
Blood lust in their flared nostrils
As they dance in victory
Over the emptiness.

Where once stood a great and mighty beast of a man
Now stands a silent statue of a
frowning clown left
brooding
Weeping
Teeth sharpened once,
But left flat from gnashing.

I am this husk
And I am left empty
With nothing left to do while dying....