Tangled

As the last leaf falls from the winter tree, The last drop of my blood flows into my heart . So numb to my surrounding i feel worthless. Wondering who i am, what i was, where i am Clanking whispers in my upper room. I can't find myself no more My work here is done. Lost in the slumber of death and destruction, Feeling excruciating pain i only understand . Tears fled my eyes and darkness is all i know. I am gradually losing myself and nobody knows. Before i fell, the whispers struck me And i concurred that pain is the lack of understanding. And embracing who i really am is my anchor For i live for no one but myself. Who i really was,what i am and where i am Is shaped by my thoughts. Now i feel liberated. I found myself and my purpose . I will keep moving forward, For my work here just begun.