Analysis of Losing My Soul

Slender beams of illumination enter
this darkened cavern as I kneel,
always sorrowful, always despairing.

Frozen here, waiting
accusing robed forms wrought
in blackened stone loom,

As dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
infiltrating my exposed soul.

Embracing the unknown,
accepting a lonely fate,
as bloody tears begin to fall.

Realization dawns on a lover's face.
I raise my head, now caressing
this oblivious immortal darkness.