My mirage slowly fades into a jagged, transparent illusion of what I never was

A delicate construction of a breathless tale

It's all so contrived

A frail thread to hang upon, fraying at the tips

Now at the hands of Fate, with her knuckles so white

Just a cleave, a snip from crimson shears, to end this bitter prophecy

My sanctuary lies in flames, my heart tainted by ashes

Like an angel without wings, a man without a shadow,

A wolf without a howl...

...Lingering silences, never broken, never spoken, nevermore...

Like a prophet without text, a king without a crown,

A meaningless effigy, a straw dog

The corpse of my conscious is soon on the pyre, embracing the warmth

Embracing the fire

So deafening, the silence of my thoughts

A quivering apogee but yet an insightful awakening with open eyes

Grayscale portraits of the past fall in place with the tinted visions of the future

Cold wind against open wounds sends a shiver down my spine

I watch as my mirage slowly fades into a bleak, derelict reality in which I always wanted

Cold air, tainted dreams, decaying

Take me back to the days when I was no one