The Carrion Eater

The Carrion Eater
Crouching in the back of my mind
Hidden in the shadows of all that's gone wrong
Glutted on the stinking mass of failure
Fed to a bloated hulk, as I age and fade
Jaws glistening red on the pulp that is the death of my childhood
Life that drifted away as the beast tore it all
Childhood of laughter swallowed
Replaced with the jaded sadness of my realisation
All the smiles of hope crushed under the weight of fate, hate and mistake
Every love, friend and yearning for happiness
brushed away with the brutal truth
That of selfishness and the coldest hammering truth of all
The carrion eater knows it
As he sates himself on the mess of what was
A thing once a young and innocent life
Now enough mistakes have been made
There will be no recovery
The scars are too deep and wrinkles too well etched
The eater of that offal growls a chuckle
The coldest loneliest thing of all
The most bitter of pills
Is that no one cares
But the carrion eater, in his way, does
He adores all that I am
I have nurtured him until it is too late
Now, the old and dying husk is all I am
Broken and bent beneath a hollow world
An empty life, an existence that is shared with nothing
I move toward the time when I return to the soil
And only the carrion eater will care

Little tear

How simple is a tear to me
A drop of water, nothing more
A thing without meaning in a great wide ocean
One would tear and gasp and shriek and sink
Never knowing if that one special fragment
was a part of what was drowning you
But it is special, when alone, sliding down my face
That one microcosmic part of heaven
is more than all the water on the earth
It cried out my sadness, my loneliness
It is me as I drown in that ocean
Alone and sinking, never to rise
And then it drips to the floor
and no one will ever know
the pain that was wrapped
all alone
inside that little tear