The Morgue (Catacombs)

This ain’t the sorta 
Casket I was looking for.
And in my wake 
I’m awake once more 
As if never gone. 

Dearly departed 
We gather here to…
No.
What is this Lord?
I mean, I have closed the door 
Moreover.
Just to sort emotions out.

I had my doubts. 
Was, 
Forced to shout them out
As if devout
By nature.
I have faked it.
Called your name in vain 
As if Blank statements 
We’re a thing. 
And Now it rains here each and everyday
This sunken place.

Morbid and 
Decrepit.
Leisure-less as if life’s a lesson
Separate from some random blessing. 
It it hell bent set
To Release the reckoning 
On my failed attempts at ministering. 

I’d give my all to live again 
But here I am. 
No fraction and no innocence
Hence why denizens proceed to haunt me for The shit I did. 

My life it will no longer 
See an ounce of light again
If shadows rule my darkest sins.