Lych Keeper

I've become immune
I've become refined
I've become what i know can't breath
you seem illiterate
to all my emotions
And stand and state how well you read!

You search the truth,
I search the me
You claim a love I have yet to find
I know its there (it must be there!)
But I let these sandcastles fill my mind

- each grain of sand
an infinite thought
of how i was taken, picked up, then dropped

Pathetic me,
I longed to be you!
embracing a pretense
incandescently through

the fear of pity is always awake
and infinite in my solitude
empathy's completely gone,
sympathy has turned its tail
theres hope that's just completely wasted
clutching by its fingernails

so deceiving the clouded heart
so superficial the open wound
you stand at the lych gate and beckon me in

and

even as i see the casket,

and

smell the dust inside my tomb,

inviable,
i come to you