BROKEN

Inexplicable pain, imprisonment of a

spiritual vendetta

I am a fallen atheist prophecy

In the mists of a soul dying religion.

It is the acknowledgement of something dead in me but...

I can not bury it.

Tears of the sun blazing my fate repentantly

Heavy convicted words imitating a sinners redemption.

Inhumane breakdown from mind to heart, attending a funeral

Of my own

I am an empty loose cannon governed by wrath some

On this blood-shedding road.

A trail of footsteps on this path

I have walked it before, before birth, before reincarnation has been a guardian angel

Before philosophy swallowed my whole like an obese humanlike

Before the difference between life and death was clarified

Before i knew it was too late to end the war inside