The Prophet's Own

I would only heal myself,
With the promise of your own.
For I see no purpose in all
That i once believed was sacred.
I mock not, that which once
Served to many as a beacon of hope.
It is your fate, but, it still
Burns to be within MY barren existence.

I would only preach to them,
Who do cherish all that will fade.
I only long to find them when
They will fall fr0m where they lay.
This isn't my soul to break,
Within the shadow that is my bane.
For all that walks today as hope,
Withers into the dust that you will fall in.

My only purpose now is to be
That which you seek in salvation.
For it is my mind that speaks to me
As a voice beyond the realm of mortal sense.
Where I walk now, I will find my grave.
Where I speak now, i will fall in silence.
I will not weep but still I will shed,
These tears that are the prophet's own.

By,

Nikhil Menon