I’ve been hollowed out within,
carved up with gruesome feature,
and all of my innards have been spilled out.
Alas, for me there cannot be a doubt
the name “Most Wretched Creature”
is a title I would win.
In spite of this, all the while
one single hope makes me whole,
making life something that I can handle.
You see, inside me there sits a candle,
burning like a little soul,
shining through my graven smile.