He has a dense mind with a Morbid heart and a dying soul, Still he walks with a coruscating glow of hope and ambition

His eyes hiding his past defeating devastation while his hands carry his dreams in fists of perfection

His voice sounds off like a burning piano and a melting violin, joining in one to prevent the escape of the words held within

his cries are gasoline and his screams are the spark that ignites the flame that burns inside him

his chest is full of smoke flooding his eyes he falls tired yet still determined to fulfill the hands of his Destiny before his hourglass runs empty

his past thoughts are fading as he begins ascending but the past is behind him it's the future that he is now embracing

© It's Odessa