Entombed by my own feelings
I walk this world unholy.
Demonic whispers of a mad, drunk prophet
Are echoing inside:
“Lost is thy grace, sad, fallen angel,
You shall return to dust”
And so I turn my head,
Look straight and see my shadow
Smiling back at me,
And then it disappears
I understand now that
I have become the shadow
Forever lost, forever falling…