Tainted Self-Portrait

I am walking with a casket less shadow

Above mountains watching over fallen angels

while...

Proceeding dishonest prayers

Are

Tombstones hatching lost spirits.

Disposable broken mirrors mirror they`re own reflection.

Stones casted at my own soul, i hide within closed curtains

The very same curtains that demolish the light.

Tears are painting a portrait of animosity

The beauty of life drowns to monstrosity

The very same ones that brought me the world have burned it down

Each second a life is lost,i find myself studying towards dead philosophy.

Though the rain pours countless blessings

Greed and envy are within the self-righteous

To uncover the truth loosen yourself from the anchor of prideand maybe enjoy the ride that does not let a foe take your smile.

Destiny is one thing money can not buy,But purpose is the external version of what money can deny.

I am a tainted self-portrait that is seeking background knowledge of what reality has to provide.