Thoughts of a Loner.

Stranded. (By Sapphirus)

Stranded in the desolated asylum,
He wonders the fate of his life,
Life following the ideals of existentialism,
As he navigates the vicissitudes of his journey,
The wind howling through the shattered window,
Window that resonates a pathway to his inner soul,
The air laced with the scent of death and decay,
Shadows stretching long and foreboding across the cracked marble,
His life controlled by plutocracy in an exhibit of mannerism,
As he measures the endless dark halls,
Halls broad with abandonment and lone,
Click and clack through the numbing silence,
The weight of forgotten sorrows linger like ghosts,
Dichotomy between his agony and sins strong,
The pain etched into every strand of his being,
A suffocating shroud wraps around his mind,
Captivating his thoughts in a frail.

"I am the epitome of a Sinner's being."
"Axiom~"

He finds his lost soul breathless,
Breathless as the oxygen is replaced by fears and regrets,
Coercive towards his judgement,
As he finds himself standing on the edge of the broken window,
Windy and chilly,
He smiles as his crimson eyes witness the traversing moments,
As he takes a leap of faith,
Only to be crushed by the impact of reality.

~ Sapphirus