Falling Away

But for my soul

I’d have nothing left,

and even that

I have given away

to a nameless muse;

my heart has been bled

upon the page

and in whispers

tithed to a pale goddess,

bathed in scarlet

by my own hand.

And should the shadow

consume what remains

after I have given all

I pray that in the chaos

of the void

I may find myself again.