outRAGEous

My sound drips slowly in an empty vessel and I drink in my pain,
I look at myself and the reflection is a sight of bane,
Oh God my insides feel as if they are maimed,
But once my insides were full of hopes that now only leave me ashamed.

Strength is something that only displays itself on a tarot,
Could have been deserted on an island with vultures trying to lance in a claw,
The agony gnaws on my skeleton and reminds me that I am still alive,
How would you feel if, for a few hot tears to roll down your cheek, you would strive?

I ache to live yet all I live is to ache?