Forged In Gold

Alone in this dark room of solitude, My breathe, I held as if today will be my last, I watched the death of an inspired ray in my eyes, And the birth of the pang killing me from inside; An utter depression of my soul. Expectation darkened into anxiety, The fathomless depths of suffering held me in a vice, There is no ichors left in my veins anymore, And no rivers of tears left to shed. Dawn had broken, I’m just dark with unutterable sorrows. I’m shrieking in a broken and feeble voice, My sins and seaminess bleeding visibly, Pleading with dead eyes and sepulchered desire, Filled to the brim with emptiness and fundamental nothingness; Hoping for someone to save me from this bottomless perdition. The other day I smiled, the universe smiled with me, Today, I’m kicking the bucket, and I’m kicking it alone, Tomorrow, I will display enormous greatness, power and vitality, I can’t be doomed by mephistophelian fate, not any more, I’m done treading on the narrow aisles of pain with no gain, Because my mind is made of steel and forged in gold.