Faith

Is a beautiful thing,

A blessed feeling of belief,

But when the world around me

Is burning to naught but ash,

Faith

Is impossible to maintain.

That’s exactly what’s happening

With me.

Faith

Is a fragile thing,

Like a mirror,

With a hit hard enough,

It will shatter.

I once held this faithful mirror

To the world around us,

Admiring its glorious reflection,

Until it all started to burn

And my illusion of

Faith in society,

Faith in the world,

They died.

Broken,

Shattered,

Dead,

No more faith,

Numb in the head.

The world I once knew

Is broken and burning still,

And my faith in it

Is dead as if it was

Six feet under.