Nihilist

Under the beams

Of a sun full of hope

Sits a shed

Brewing with malicious intent

Its wood weaved with thorns

Its rooftop fallen

With its creators

Blossomed life

Covering the wounds

Melted from time

Within its walls

Stepping inside

Finding a mask

Cracked and crushed

Dissolving with the purpose

It had to be over the head

Of a vengeful creature

The stench of its death

That awaits to be replaced with mine

The only thing

Holding this place together

Is the thick string of rope

Tied around every corner

Holding a soul within its knots

The bodies long lost

Their names, their wishes

Long forgotten

I will finish what you started

For your cause has not been lost

A broken mask

May not be repaired

But it can be rebuilt

The cycle repeating endlessly

Until it meets the gift

Of sublimity

I will make this shed

And this mask

Will hang from its entrance