I have wept in the resounding silence of my own despair,

I have whispered my sorrows in a covenant with desperation,

I have shuddered and sobbed, unable to speak or sing,

I have held my own heart in the palm of my hand and clenched.

I am the architect of my own doom,

I built the temple dedicated to god of the end,

 I stopped the sun rising and reached out into the sky:

and pulled down the beauty of the stars.

What remains when hope dissolves before the tide,

When the rain never ceases to fall,

When giving up stops being easy, and becomes inevitable...

When the darkness becomes my all?

I dare not ask for penance, to watch the new dawn break,

For what do I want with a light that was never meant for me?

I am consigned and accepting... my time has come,

This is the end, before the alter or my inner self I will pray,

Let my tears wash the pain and bitter melodies of yester-morn’ away.