I Don’t Know

Should I even try to fill this crater?
Put matter back into myself.
A futile task incapable of being done ever
Because it seems I’m just beyond help.

This thing called love everyone is after
Is my enemy.
Bringing about only disaster,
So now I sit here writing this elegy.

Unsatisfied anguish,
Swallow my heart so I’ll languish…

…In the belly of your organic structure.
I’m screaming as its acid burns my skin,
But not a soul hears my very insides turn.
This punishment, tell me what sin
I’ve done to deserve this, as I have no conjectures.

Should I even attempt to love once more?
Give someone a chance?
With the possibility to burn
My heart to ashes from within its core?
I just don’t know…