Just outside my window the clouds drift by the sky cut with beauty and death left in this bed.
Mourn my life!

At night my breath turns to ash.
My lips crack from the cold and dry air.
Each morning I stare covered in the dust of rebirth.

Surrounded by these walls this coffin of a bed thoughts intrude me anxiously revolving questions:
Where do I go from here? How do I start to lick these wounds?

When time stood still as I look back the fear overtakes me.
These scars burn to the surface.
Soulless is my name!

Burnt by the sun, my flesh returns to dust.
This morning bled in my eyes and I feel my body rise.

I see with my own eyes in anticipation of what my next movement would be in this twisted road of redemption.

Born from scars (I the soulless).
I the soulless!
Born from pain (I the soulless) to live again!
Crawl from darkness burned in light
I forge my path until I awaken my soul.
This road I walk alone.

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