Death is not the end of life
Gasping for air
in this bottomless abyss
slithering in my ghost's lair
with an unmistakable fragrance
a relentless smell of my past
the devil on my back
serpentine and black
Seeking my release
from the bondage of demons
searching for peace
in the face of turmoil
a reason to believe
amidst the chaos of treasons
too numb to feel
too broken to heal
shrouded by the arms of mist
blinded by the starlight
sheltered in the frozen ruins..
of myself,
with no one by my side
