Floating,
This bearer body
Of an old soul,
Wanders, Tired,
Through the haze of time.
Collapsing parts,
Unfathomable destiny,
A corpse
Burnt out.
Contrivance of horror,
Illuminated glance,
A frantic appearance
Of a putrid soul.
What am I?
A shadow of life.
A toneless painting
Hollowed out of myself.
Departing faith
Of my inanimate self,
I now breathe
Inescapable doctrines.
I’m a ghost
tasteless, deaf
And blind…
I’m a shell
Trapping the void
That urges
To soak all life.
Nonexistence
The shadow
The darkness
The void
Like a river,
Aged by cold waters,
I’m drying out
throughout existence.
I’m stuck in this life.
I am a mountain
Cutting the sky.
My last feast
In a decade of slumber,
Everything becomes nothing
I’m delighted.
A fated narrative,
Destiny and agony,
My carved giants,
Dancing hand by hand.
A perpetual monument...
Immortal.
That will last forever.
Under the Sun
My skin melts
And swallows my vision.
I’m in darkness
My whole path
Filled with pessimism
And blurred with paradox
An Introduction to my death
These vacant eyes
See nor life or death
This irrelevant truth
Of immeasurable logic
Meaningful reach
To a damned conscience
With each breath
My lungs are smaller..
I can feel the smell
Of my burning body.
Undead
Mild disorientation
Conflict erupts
Dissonance and perception
Take over
Remnant in these flames…
I’m a rotten still-life,
Fading in the vapours
Of my blood.
I’m slowly fading away.
Leaving this realm of suffering,
I'm now disembodied
With only my mind
Full of scars.
Wide Awake
Elucidation of tragedy
Prideful dementia
Hallowed messiah
Ascending
I’m a ghost,
Gazing my shell,
I’m out of my cage.
Gazing at my own shell.
So mysterious
And so Strange
An unnecessarily beautiful world
A phenomenal brainwork
Embracing death,
I walk in blackness.
As my whispers are falling heavy,
In a mere mutation.
I am blind
Everything alive
Anything under suffering
I am a chasm,
A weak dream
Of a distant memory.
Dining with the gods
As redemption has taken me to the gods
And under her wing
I shall fall asleep
The journey has ended
The crawling is over.
It 's time to fly
My wings of dust
Elevate my soul
As I disappear
Into the sky.
I rise from the ground
I witness my fall.
I'm privileged
to see the end.
Vanishing
Into thin air,
Cursing this soil
I've always stepped on.
Above the clouds
I see the slaves.
Oblivious,
Meaningless,
Roaming the land.
Equivocal sights
A unified, unchanging force
A cosmic movement
The monstrous presence.
This beautiful sight
Of a massive grave
Is my last.
All is dust.
I'm disintegrated.