Me

So you want to know me?
The life you cannot see?
The things in misery? 
All about me?

I held the hand of a dying man,
I bow before the great goddess  Dina !
You still want to know and take my hand?
My life is no wonderland.

I’m always judged for what I say,
I’m always judged for being different.
You send me to go and lay,
In piles of needles, to find false hay.

You tie me up, burn me down,
With smiles and laughter of evil clowns,
You cover me in chains to drown,
In oceans deep, down, down, down.

I helped a cancer patient live!
I taught the greedy how to give!
Though I don’t even get to live,
I only just survive.

I am a witch, a wiccan through,
I love to lay in cold, wet dew
I sing and dance the witches rune
I believe in the bright full moon!

All that is, and ever was,
Of me is gone now like a dove,
I still can’t believe in one true love,
For all of that is gone.

I live in darkness, forevermore,
For life has nothing deep in store,
For light is just believed folklore,
Washed up on the darkened shore.

I don’t exist, for I will fade,
And you will ask “who’s Matthew Nelson?”
You will forget the things I’ve made
You won’t know where I’m laid.

For deep in my shallow grave,
I remember all I did save,
For everything that I gave.

To die, a funeral, no one there,
Lying there full of despair.
For now you might actually care…
Till you see me standing there