The Accuser

Exhaustion racks this corpse
 There is nothing left to give
 The legs begin to give out
 And the pursuers grow closer
 Black hands reach from shadows
 Seeking to gain purchase
 Weakly swatting them away
 Losing the will to live
 The footsteps patient and measured
 Come with confidence
 Like buzzards above the doomed
 Waiting for easy prey
 Afforded only withering motivation
 Out of reserves, resolve completely drained
 Concede, Surrender
 Falling to take the knee
 Giving up, giving in
 Attrition is attained
 Running seems hopeless
 And I've already tried to die once
 Disregard for bodily pain
 Disregard for bodily form
 The dark coils come into sight
 The shape moves effortlessly
 The air chills as the wind picks up
 The mind conjures images of death
 The shame, this avoidable failure
 Worthy of nothing but misery and pain
 The tortures forthcoming deserved
 Sought for, considered, and paid for in full
 Yet still, in spite of beliefs to the contrary
 This still just doesn't seem fair
 Willing to accept the blame
 But unwilling to accept what it means
 Laid down, tired, thirsty and starved,
 Between dying flames
 Surrender is finalized
 Face down in the dirt
 With only enough energy to curl up and die
 Did you really think it would be so easy?
 Did you really think you could get away?
 Did you really think that no one would notice?
 Did you really think there was a simple escape?
 Black tendrils snake their way out
 And work to ensnare every limb
 Their touch so cold it burns
 And accusations then begin
 Ungrateful, unloving
 Unwilling to reciprocate
 Unaware of your luck
 Un-knowing, unstriving
 Unable to put forth the work
 Self-involved, egotistic
 Unthinking of those who love you
 At the heart of the earth
 The victim, the martyr
 Unable to suffer in silence
 Begging, pleading, as darkness creeps over this lifeless, colorless, worthless cadaver
 The paradox of self-imposing the judgement while not wanting the sentence is perfectly clear
 A blank face with familiar features hangs over inverted and scowls disapprovingly
 The tendrils, they writhe and climb and support the white mask as it repeats
 Ungrateful, unloving
 Unwilling to reciprocate
 Unaware of your luck
 Un-knowing, unstriving
 Unable to put forth the work
 Self-involved, egotistic
 Unthinking of those who love you
 At the heart of the earth
 The victim, the martyr
 Unable to suffer in silence
 Exhaustion racks this corpse
 There is nothing left to give
 The eyes begin to close
 As the accusations echo
 The shame, this avoidable failure
 Worthy of nothing but misery and pain
 The tortures forthcoming deserved
 Sought for, considered, and paid for in full
 Yet still, in spite of beliefs to the contrary
 This still just doesn't seem fair
 Willing to accept the blame
 Unwilling to accept what it means