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Beneath the vail I see the failure of me.

The choices I have obscured

with empty eulogies.

Searching for myself or what is left of me

through morose imagery and the

bonfires effigy.

In search of an end to the void

(the depth of misery)

The gray wash of harvest skies

(summers soliloquy)

Trapped in the labyrinths walls

(lost in stone corridors)

Searching in seclusion

(for truth and nothing more)

Defined by the scars that haunt us...

Why am I lost so late in my life?

This is not the time for self discovery.

Eternally, I search for (a defining) truth

and live my autumn years in the days

of my youth...

In time we become nothing more than dust on

photographs or faded lore;

Wasting our youth and bitter with age

cursing the last of our days...

Out of tune lullabies to a world gone to shit.