Untiteled 2

Walls that block my path,
With stand any wrath,
Any well laid craft.

All demise lay before me,
All in her eyes.
All pain finds me,
All in her words.

Like the dawning of a funeral bell.
Like a demon eating my soul.
Like a spear piercing my heart.
As I lay exposed for crucifixion.

This is all in a feeling?
This is all in a thought?
This is all in a word?

Is there nothing I can do or say?
To reverse what has been done?
I am nothing.