Ruined - Abstract Spirit

I don’t remember my face

I don’t count wrinkles

I have never created idols

For worshipping and hating them

I keep terrible secrets

Of those who are gone

When clay knocked their coffins

I was standing alone…

If I could see the absence of a sense…

If I could hear but not listen…

If I could know life is so empty…

A curtain would drop earlier…

It feels like strings vibrating

Somewhere inside of me…

The source of my life pulsates

Deep in inner devouring horror…

A torrent of words reflecting my thoughts

Falls by downpour unto me…

I behold a world of parallels

Painted by withering imagination…

Now I set free the warm of life

Through a door closed so long ago

Now I get used to feel cold

I escape this reality… Ruined…