~Soul sacrifice~

Dropped among the echelon of desistence,

The sacrifice begins, mislaid of no faith,

Fallen grace, gone astray of not even eloquents my face,

I speculate aimlessly through the last scenes,

Of my life aware that instance is soon going,

To run out. I have been a many things in

This world as I look back and snatch the hourglass,

it will not flip, I try to relight my precedent as it inhabits,

Me to the top of uncontrolled inner delusion .

Existence keeps me breathing yet not breathing,

Existence ends the choice we all make is it what,

We will take with us to the grave! Not having a soul,

Has a its advantage when it comes to life,

It allows you not to care, and fair without any ware,

It allows you to glide through the nights

Without having to give up any light!

Inkmaster