Myself Poem by Christopher's Dead

Turn off the light to all that I see,
This separated misery that takes hold follows me,
A shadow of remorse and a ghost of despair,
My own disengaged company for all that I care
About in this world has all but left me
Feeling sorrowful and deathlike and in all that's not free
Of my will to sustain, why not all go away,
So trapped up in a box, it's my soul, heart, array.

Back and forth, beating down in self-loathing,
Holding to what I have, a sick gut-feeling.
Crossing myself, my love, and never retained
All the stains of blood in my heart, a torment unchanged,
That I give to the hope,
Once stopped, not begin
Your own crown, an empire you'll live to distain.

Never again, holding my heart
In a grip fast sustained on my feelings on love.
And this life thrown away, may I offer advice,
For if only one saved of these trappings carry
Their heart over, severed,
Then all that I've lived in my soul not have died in vain,
Today.