Hopeless

tortured
and as hollow as my red rimmed eyes
bound in chains
while the scent of freedom wafts safely by
covered up
like the blemished fruit upon the tree
and as scorned
as the prisoners bled out for all to see

left behind
with the sin of others long since passed
as forgotten
as the knowledge of our fathers' past
locked away
where the darkness threatens to swallow whole
robbed of life
when the demons hands have torn my soul

held tight
where the light of love cannot reach
stripped away
until the bones are all thats left to bleach
bruised and battered
i am but a shell upon the floor
unsurpassed
with the ghosts of all those gone before