The Origins of Ruin

Hand on heart, head in hands
The light is fading now
It cannot pierce the darkness

Nothing left to build upon
Except the mounting fear
That none of this was worth it

Hand on pen, pen to page
Focus though I may
My words have failed me

Emptiness consuming me
The shadows of my broken hope
Play in the dying night

Tears in eyes, eyes wide open
Staring at the glass
The face I see knows everything
Words I've written, letters never sent

Only signposts marking out, the origins of ruin