Doors close within me,
contained inside once more,
hide them all succinctly,
desert them on the shore,
I sail now to the east,
the island lost from sight,
the burned map deceased,
exist in mind it might,
clear away the memory,
for now I seal the tomb.

I wander as a shell,
my former self beneath,
nothing I have to sell,
let all be released,
take from me your wish,
I'll not raise a hand against,
I will not be missed,
from other side of fence,
I feel not the pain,
that haunted me before,
perhaps it pools like rain,
somewhere near my core,
from out you cannot see it,
only the lack there of,
the bottom of my pit,
obscured to those above,
pour to me your sorrow,
I'll bury it here like treasure,
when you meet tomorrow,
I'll leave you not but pleasure,
carry the weight of worlds,
created in other's minds,
I myself am curled,
where no one shall find,
if I emerge once more,
from shatter glass insane,
all that I adore,
will greet me once again,
it will not know me truly,
for cuts do turn to scars,
whom could I be fooling?
The truth is never far.
Reject its every notion,
remove the demons hide,
still remained in motion,
even as I cried,
how much strength remains,
when all has turned to dust?
Was all done in vain?
Do I dare to trust?
That I may carry on,
walking with the pain,
my blade once more is drawn,
spattered with the rain.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Miraman, in the year 902 AF.