I'm but a drifter
Searching for a purpose
In this remote and desolate island of the universe
That we call home.
Hell or Heaven cannot hold me;
Life's a perpetual Purgatory.
Fleeing from thoughts,
Attempting to escape the mind.
To an extent, I am invisible.
Whether that is good or bad, I'm not sure.
I'm not sure of myself.
I'm not sure who I was.
What a barren wasteland I am.
I cannot perceive love or joy.
I am sorry that this has come to pass,
But it was inevitable.
Like a wind's gentle breeze flies away with the leaves,
I vanish from the surface.
Without a legacy or trace,
I am erased.
I am gone.
