Every sense of sanity lost among the vanities of these worldly affairs. The wonders of joy not lasting, though the subject itself is trivial, the coordination of mind and heart shall trespass the certain code. Starting off the line, made a mark, the downfall though faded it away. I mended it from pieces to former glory, only to stop just a step away from it all.
The holders of faith, disinterested, condemning me, making me sigh on my own fate. The gratification I gathered, step-by-step, leading me to the line, where matter doesn’t matter and fate has no volume. Glancing back and realizing the mistakes, the sins of my vanity, I subject myself to oblivion. No absolution, no shelter, every step on the burning sand, alone. Alone in a world where once each corner had an open arm, an open door, a smile of oneness.
Back in time, though not that back, I lost track of how it’s all played, I walked all to shelter, not to condemn, I talked all to sooth and to abate, abate the pain, the soreness and misery. If deeds mattered, if subjects change, I would still be the same. But the tables turned, fate used as prey, I get a death sentence and rest all got away.
Though the mistakes made it worse, I never knew all I deserved was a curse. A constant downfall is not what I sowed, I sure am reaping it from inside a metal road. Nobody for calmness and all to flames, just to claim and to blame.
Left alone for vultures to rip apart, the silent screams of the haunting self, shredding. Dissolving with the constant persecution of thy self, my reality molded and re-told. Retold to be presented and reckoned as deception. Dejected and rejected, I gasp for breath, cowling for composure, chanting for Justice. I rest with a choice, to walk it all alone, alone to acquit all, all from the heat, the misery, and oppression.