Obsidian Soul

*A blind man, in a dark room
looking for a black hat,
that isn't there*

obsidian eyes, cold as stone
burning with the heat of
all the flames of hell
mirrors of an empty soul

obsidian heart, hard as stone
polished over time
by the many pains of love
empty and unfeeling

obsidian lips, frozen as stone
made cold by a thousand kisses
given by poison lips
never again to taste real love

obsidian soul, mysterious as stone
shallow blackness, deepening with the
dawning of every day
shadow of a dream of love

empty and alone
once loved now lost
shadowed depths become a refuge
as I, the obsidian soul
wonder the earth
empty and alone