Light of my tender soul,
pays no heed to the obstructions
that binds it.

It is simply still as if to accept,
the fate that inches closer
to quell my soul's will.

Just silently waiting the day
for time to end all ties
with the chaotic world.

Why doesn't my soul ascend,
from the ashes of the fire?
It just let's death take hold.

Has my will finally died?
along with my resigned soul?
Have I nothing left but my heart?


Has my heart abandoned me too?

AN: Don't ask me why I wrote it. I haven't a clue.