Crying Kyuubi

For all my power, for all my wealth,
I cry and cry….
cry out for help…

you want my power, but not whats within,
a fading candle, a flame too thin,

yet its is that flame,
that keeps me alive,
keeps these tears coming out of my eyes,

pain and suffering, loathe and hate,
I close the door, to my heart’s steel crate,

heart pieces shattered, mended, then lost,
I will find love, at any cost….

sadness, lonesome, i live in strife,

I’ll seek my shelter, in another life….

I drew this in the morning hours of last night, and I felt compelled to finish it.