there is no ichor left in my veins,
and no tears left to shed,
and yet i still find myself
screaming in a broken voice,
my sins bleeding for all to see;
begging with dead eyes,
filled to the brim with emptiness;
and a patchwork heart
hoping for someone to save me

i am no person,
my god, i am my own grave,
and by god, do i plead
for even the smallest mercy;
why does nobody seem to hear me?
is it because they feign ignorance,
or is it just that
they've long forgotten
the difference between my silence
and a cry for help?