Deprival

Plunder my sanity

plunder this shell:

although cracked

it holds yet so much inside.

Break, fall, die, crumble

leech all love.

Drain the shards of hope

bleed them into the night

dissolve them into the mist.

Salvation, redemption

as illusions of deliverance

indulgence, mercy, guilt

that bathe the hollowed soul. 

Burn the shadow

leave nothing behind

corrode the heart

with the strongest cyanhidric acid.

Shatter the marble against

the blackest of skies

for the stars' bite is worse

in cold, February nights. 

I'm watching still, waiting. 

Am I

guarding the ruins of what could've been

or protecting the citadel of my life?

Deliver me into sleep

in dreams of distant mountains 

covered in snow and ice

whilst scratching the heaven's silk.

Feed me the roots of the oak

feed me the roots of the oak

feed me the roots of the oak

feed me, feed me, feed me, starve me!

You are alive, guarded

by the oak's thick layer of leaves.

You are alive.

You could have been colossal

had you deprived the mountain

of it's 

roots.