Soul

My soul howls inside me like a wounded animal,
And if 'twas audible it would shake the stars,
Disrupt the planetary tracks, rip atoms apart
If only it would reach your cold, stiff, ears.
My soul is tearing me apart from the inside,
Pulling at my seams, unraveling me,
Undressing me of any armor i have built,
Leaving me bloodsoaked and wounded.
Nothing else matters for my chance is lost,
And my only candle is that I will rival Atlas
To hold a canopy of stars above your grave,
Until the last star falls from my dark canvas,
Until the last atom of your soul returns to me.