Soliloquy

On fire.

So..

Nothing is left. Nothing.

I've got wings I've always wanted but they're broken now. I can't fly.

Whenever i try, I just succeed for the first two tries then i fall so hard on the cold ground.

There i lie, with failure as usual.. It's too cold and dark. I can see nothing.

My soul becomes darker everyday, like a forest that caught fire last night.

Everything is dark and black with ashes everywhere.

Ashes of my dilemmas.

Fire of demons and self-hate.

Fire catches my trees so fast, it's as fast as I fail. The wings I've always wanted became ashes too.

Lying lifeless on the cold hard ground.

Seeing everybody around.

Strangers seem so familiar to me.

I just feel..

Randomized, unbalanced and not familiar to what's happening around.

Will I stay this way forever?

And the problem is.. mortality isn't satisfying and living isn't satisfying either.