It's a mystery
of cool winds and false gods
blowing forever
in a hurricane of broken down promises.
It's unsolvable
and locked in a prison of misconceptions
constantly screaming
a banshee soul of endless tortures.
I have fallen
no longer something I used to be
secretly dying
destined to lie in forgotten dust.
Death becomes me
but does not ease the pain I suffer
for these bleeding scars
are way too deep within my heart
