One Black Coal

this hole
is gaping
there is no
escaping
the truth
decapitating me
it takes my head right off

this ache
you are breaking me
my conscience
forsaking
my cup which runneth over
you greedily quaff

and with this madness
I am becoming
some kind of calloused thing
 without a soul
yes, all my sadness
is now overrunning
as I am "big-gunning"
and out of control

This shell which now you see-
is used only decoratively
for it is ever so empty
just as my hands, which longingly
search in the dirt so desperately 
for the gorgon eye that you stole from me,
then traded back for one black coal

So look not upon me
lest you turn to stone
for you may be lonely
but I am alone.