The bleakness of this mortal existance weighs heavily upon my bones.
My spirit is suffocated.
I have felt the sting of Futility and It's poison sears that which beats within.
Caught between the Gorgon's stare and a leap of Faith I find no comfort.
Demons of old draw near at the sweet aroma of my bleeding soul.
The gods of this age can offer me no favor;
they suffer confusion by their own reflections.
Surely Fate tires of my groans yet delights still in my pain;
for she holds my desire captive.
Vows taken in haste and without understanding have trapped me.
I am mocked by Time.
Though I escape this dark place I am bound still by Solitude.
I cannot, no, I will not accept his pardon of flesh without a soul.
My tears flow inward, my sorrows swirl about, my hope is bruised.
I feel now that in my darkest hour I reside.
I know not if I shall prevail.
With light that dims, eyes that search;
I reach for the Most High.