Self Pity 020602

Once was a visionary
Now I can't see
Once, in myself, I believed
Now I just want to scream

Where is my soul
Where is my heart
Where are the words
That powered my broken parts

Blunt and worn, my knife
Like a stone in a brook
Weathered by my dreary being
My will, time has took

What beats in my chest
If not a heart?
What runs from my eyes
If not tears?
What sifts through my dreams
If not fear?

What is life without passion?
What is thought without clarity?
What am I?
   Lost in a thick black sea
   Drowning in my self pity