The Dark Tomes Season 1; ...Beyond Meaning

Overture

Finally have been defeated,

Life has beaten me; and has beaten out of me am relative reasoning,

I fought; I did fight,

But all but the rest of my dwelling sanity is left,

Can’t even escape into fantasy for in it to there is no meaning,

I a craving purpose...

But all seems bleak as I resign myself to just shuffle along and just exist,

My life; that I still live is my penance for a life I lived,

For a past unforgiven,

For a closed of cold and blackened heart,

For a soul finally captured and bound,

For wings clipped,

And feet trapped in cement,

I pay this knowing I deserve more and no less,

I have existed in this world just surviving,

As my plights and pleas are ever held against me,

I just want someone to see me... see me as more that a burden...

but yet and still I am here feeling only a plague of dark clouds and memories of Those who walked away,

For good reason they do flee but leaving me in a mental coma that leads only to giving up the fight,

I’m in a pit of spikes with venom that clouds my mind with all the wrong I am for and to this world,

I have lost my light in many forms... in many ways...