Beaten, lying in the black dust
Am I lost? Am I forgotten?
No one to remember, blissfully alone
Just me and the scorched earth
So many memories, all haunting
Thwarting my feeble attempts to still my mind
I'm flying, or falling
I won't know until I hit the ground
Such a wonderful feeling
Gliding, soaring, true freedom
A dream
Air rushing past, roaring in my ears
I'm slipping; there are too many holes in my parachute
I can feel dry soil beneath my fingertips
I'm sprawled where I fell
Cast out from society
Cast out from the world
But I have my own
I'm almost ready to embrace infinity
Bleeding, watering the ground
Perhaps some plant will sap my life
An innocent flower
It would be so ironic
One lone flower in the wastes, but oh so beautiful
Beyond comparison
I do not envy the happy souls
They don't exist anymore
They aren't complete
If they are happy they do not know or understand
Life is cruel, anything else is but an illusion
Too many faults, too many failing
I've got used to it
Endless criticism, why did they judge me?
Dead soil, dead earth, a likeness of myself
No one to hide from, no one to lie to
No one to lie, no one to hurt, no one to cry
Shrivelled up by the earth they said they owned
That I had no right in
But I'm still here
With no more masks, facades, just a simple truth
There's no more light as life leaves
Just one more lying in the scorched earth
