so alone

I have never been so alone, 
In a room so full. 
The doused fire in my heart, 
Snuffed out in a place so cool, 
Soundlessly, restlessly, 
Walking in line. 
For I have never yielded, 
To the divine. I’m fine, 
With dying, but in no rush. 
It would take much more than, 
A burning bush, a parted sea, 
My mind to crush. 
The failed attempts, 
 to break me down, 
And lift “him” up. 
I will not drink thy blood, 
Flowing forth from chalice, 
The malice, of a sacrifice misguided. 
Suicide, socially, mentally, physically, 
Lobotomy. Every morning I wake, 
To a bitter taste, the putrid scent, 
Of lives he takes. The hope they have, 
To live again, but this time forever, 
Such foolishness can only be, 
A product of that which they, 
frivolously deny. The fear to die, 
To boost their pride, destroying, 
  
And poisoning their minds.