The Accuser

Exhaustion racks this corpse There is nothing left to give The legs begin to give out And the pursuers grow closer Black hands reach from shadows Seeking to gain purchase Weakly swatting them away Losing the will to live The footsteps patient and measured Come with confidence Like buzzards above the doomed Waiting for easy prey Afforded only withering motivation Out of reserves, resolve completely drained Concede, Surrender Falling to take the knee Giving up, giving in Attrition is attained Running seems hopeless And I've already tried to die once Disregard for bodily pain Disregard for bodily form The dark coils come into sight The shape moves effortlessly The air chills as the wind picks up The mind conjures images of death The shame, this avoidable failure Worthy of nothing but misery and pain The tortures forthcoming deserved Sought for, considered, and paid for in full Yet still, in spite of beliefs to the contrary This still just doesn't seem fair Willing to accept the blame But unwilling to accept what it means Laid down, tired, thirsty and starved, Between dying flames Surrender is finalized Face down in the dirt With only enough energy to curl up and die Did you really think it would be so easy? Did you really think you could get away? Did you really think that no one would notice? Did you really think there was a simple escape? Black tendrils snake their way out And work to ensnare every limb Their touch so cold it burns And accusations then begin Ungrateful, unloving Unwilling to reciprocate Unaware of your luck Un-knowing, unstriving Unable to put forth the work Self-involved, egotistic Unthinking of those who love you At the heart of the earth The victim, the martyr Unable to suffer in silence Begging, pleading, as darkness creeps over this lifeless, colorless, worthless cadaver The paradox of self-imposing the judgement while not wanting the sentence is perfectly clear A blank face with familiar features hangs over inverted and scowls disapprovingly The tendrils, they writhe and climb and support the white mask as it repeats Ungrateful, unloving Unwilling to reciprocate Unaware of your luck Un-knowing, unstriving Unable to put forth the work Self-involved, egotistic Unthinking of those who love you At the heart of the earth The victim, the martyr Unable to suffer in silence Exhaustion racks this corpse There is nothing left to give The eyes begin to close As the accusations echo The shame, this avoidable failure Worthy of nothing but misery and pain The tortures forthcoming deserved Sought for, considered, and paid for in full Yet still, in spite of beliefs to the contrary This still just doesn't seem fair Willing to accept the blame Unwilling to accept what it means