The Black Sheep Lament Poem by Lilith Van'Nightinveil

In shadows deep, my fractured soul does roam,
A black sheep lost, far from a place called home.
A shell of being, hollow, worn, and weak,
In silence, I endure, too numb to speak.

Sorrow's weight, a burden on my chest,
I seek solace in vices, false at best.
Each fleeting high, a deeper plunge in vain,
No peace I find, just shades of darkened pain.

The world once vibrant now is ashen gray,
Disconnected, drifting far away.
A hollow echo, void of light and grace,
Longing to vanish without a trace.

To dig a grave where I can hide and rest,
Escape the torment, find eternal quest.
Yet here I stand, a broken soul alone,
A black sheep seeking refuge in the unknown.

In darkness, I embrace the void within,
And let the night erase where I have been.