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