Midnight Condensation

I am elevated to high most unseen the view of the heavens peaceful and serene however I am but a man flawed in many ways my soul battered bruised and frayed I do but seek shelter from the heat of my own damnation the moisture building up inside me like condensation every waking moment is a mix of pain and pleasure the little complexities of life that we once liken to treasure all of me is all that is left, and is all that I despise I see but no wisdom in my own eyes I see no light hovering above my head just the moist dank dark, the horror and dread my spoils have left nothing but traces of dew I run over to what's left to savor all that's left what little few I am but again victim to my own demise and damnation a fool to drown in his own midnight condensation