Unfinished

My life.

It's the same as always,

 

I have lost much,

And gained none,

I have been thrown backwards,

Why am i existent,

What is my purpose,

 

I have nobody there,

Not a soul to guide me,

The crimson has burnt away,

As it always does,

Only to return in years to come,

 

The bell tower is closing,

The wall standing has fallen,

Death to the soul,

Thats what i get,

Forget about me, i am already unfinished.

 

P.S. Happy Holidays.

   from,

      My Old Self

Author's Note

this is simply me venting and i have no intentions to actually cause any harm, it is purely for the enjoyment of the reader.