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.