The darkness hides the invisibility I wear

as a cloak disguises the cold that is felt

when my courage is stripped bare,

and the clemency I sought remains undealt.

Is it that you see me, but choose to ignore,

declaring to those able juice ridden ears of all my every crime,

faults, corruptions, misdeeds and more

that once friends saw good in me, destroying a rusting shrine.

I am cold out here. My skin has become shallow and worn,

I feel no warmth from the lit fires along