My misery loves your company

What the hell
I've got no heart to speak of
no beat to hear
no secrets to tell

not big on actions
just a speaker to speak out
yell out beyond
far past all reactions

a smile or frown
twisted countenance of guilt
mangled and malformed
clay is me, I'm from the ground

spilled and wept
cried did i for your soul
soul'd out never
that truth you kept

i promise I'll love
adore the daughter you made
made me into an uncle
keep the hold..
never grow old..
give God hell
in your heaven above