The Day I Die

The day I die is when I see the light my body lit on my pyre my ashes one with stardust again into the wind it blows away and bones belonging to rocks and river nothing to fear and nothing to hold dear I would part as I came to whence I came to the grand halls of my grand fathers and my brother through hell fire no one to guide The sorcery of life has been a misery footloose escapades, where I misstepped my own judgements have become my enemies I have let myself suffer for those who are not willing to walk into our lives by building stories and unbroken bonds in my heart in my own idealised dreams, whilst I became nothing more than a passing cloud, decomposing rust, and saw dust in their fading memories. no hope even in the horoscopes stars too are out for their vengeance guardian angels have left their posts gods have forgotten their beloved son At the crossroads of choice do I give in or do I give up