Heart of stone

My heart is stone,
Igneous rock.
Wrapped in chains
With sturdy lock.
Garbed in whole
By frigid frock.

I am monk,
Of pain and rage.
Railing madness
On this stage.
Gladly locked
Within my cage.

Care no more
If I exist.
Glorious
And blinding bliss.
I am nothing
More than this.

My life, it,
Is not my own.
I am but
A haunting tone.
Forever more
To be alone.

No one looks,
And no one cares.
I am stripped
So fully bare.
Of me you,
Should now beware.

For i have
Not one thing left.
God has kicked me
From the cleft.
Of joy i,
Am now bereft.

Joy and love and hope
Are lies.
All that I
Have left
Is ice.
Numbness though,
Is mighty nice.