Gone

A indepth look at the inner sancutum of afterlife.

I am walking amongst life, passing it by
I do not want to live before I die
My end is soon, my end is near
But my death I do not fear
For if I die, and do not wake
A dinner of my soul the Gods wll make
Many a tear I have already bled
Too much blood I have already shed
My arms have scars that show my soul
Soon enough i will pay my toll
I have prayed to the Gods that live above
To send a soul for which I can love
I get is another jest
To put my mind to another test
Sanity has left me stranded
Pain has left me branded
Soon enough I shall go
And reap the harvest of which I sew