Sherlock Holmes

I don't know who I am anymore.

Or who I want to be.

All of this misdirection has clouded the air.

And I can't begin to see

Where I'm going,

Where I am.

Pains in my heart.

As if it's being stretched across the universe.

My soul screams with confusion and incertainty.

Torment in every verse.

I feel like my body's been taken over,

Growing colder,

With the pangs of a past life.

Like a phoenix, I'm burning,

Constantly yearning, 

For who I am meant to be,

To come into me, turning,

Everything I've ever dreamed into reality,

And save me, from my spiraling.