The soul of the materialistic shrine.

The bittersweet tale of life

dissipated, departing my soul,

as i lay stranded, in the vastness of nothingness.

How can i begin to describe this very place

the beauty of nothingness.

As i lay upon the land of my birth

a gasp of sudden stillness.

unable to show any sign of movement

for there is nothing,

nothing that a human body thrives.

Must i be startled?

For heaven's sake, it was for this

the very absence of human creation

that my soul is finally reunited with me.

Long i have drifted,

drenched by the torrent of emotions.

Every bloodstream a line of anger

irrationality guiding the soul to ordain

the materialistic shrine.

Oh, my dear soul,

i must perish to the end,

i have been granted enough.

the wind of life, that i have enjoyed since.

i must return the favor and let out the wind of ignorance.