This cannot be a requiem mass
     for I am not gone yet
Though it feels my soul lies lost
'Tis buried 'neath the wandering stars
     and it has not come yet
To the health of one who lives

I miss what I have dreamed you to be
I miss the one I never knew
mourn that I could not understand
still cannot change
I mourn the loss
Was this your “fault”? cast blame. cast
it back upon myself

So quiet the voices come
whisper
my cry becomes a
whimper
barely breathing they come
taunting
ravish my soul
haunting
Alone the memories come
failing
to curb the weakness
fainting
Again I ask please no, please
don’t come
again my strength
won’t come

softness
falls in the hole of raging fire
falls in my heart
fills this desire
comes to my side
to take the place
of all twas lost
or never known
the voices come
stop.
no more the hole of fire