The cold steel to my grave, burn frozen flesh from my skin.
I was taken away from reality's blossom, on a trip to nature's home.

Who would morn my goodbye, praying I find solace in heaven's laps.
But false tears of pain they bleed, while standing above my plastered grave stone, my name written in steel writings, their presence still tainted with glee.

I could hear their corny mocks disguised with their facade of hurt.
"I" a victim of their wrath, trapped underneath their cascading earth, while preaching my extinct.

They wanted me gone, striking me loose from life's chains, living only for my fall.

wrapped up to become one of the wind's dust, I'm sent to the furnace, where I wither into ashes, scraping up my remains to set at sea.

I'm left at the crossroad to my afterlife, a journey far long foretold, left for Judgement's calls.

I'm made a fool of my shadow, while being poured shimmered sting of a tongue wanting nothing but my tales.

I was stuck, stuck in the abyss of betrayal, pain and regrets.
The stains to my revenge long lost to the wind.

It was over, with whispers of my entity shattered at fate's feet, I had given them their victory, and rewarded with the soil.

I was left with nothing but the taste of earth, a sweet grasp to freedom.
I was gone, gone with the wind, my soul, a guide to their realm.

A psychopomp with no chariot, just a victim of circumstance.

© Jessiepinkss