The end...

How I look under my clothes is a mystery to you,
Grey shards of me have been left behind,
I have been zonked and soon shall fade into the blues,
I can't be penetrated by your eyes....

How I look under my skin is a mystery to me,
Mortality has incorporated fear into every cell,
To walk back to the relinquished dreams,
To morose epitaph on the grave stone of my regrets...

Cryptic shadows are leading me to unseen roads,
I have been seduced,
I see that the rhythm has gleefully usurped my soul,
While I ecstatically fade into the blues...

Death had opened its doors,
A comrade I couldn't escape,
That casket had my soul,
I had lost hidden faith...

I have gone behind the curtain,
My soul will be sacrificed at the alter,
This is the lament for the relentless end has its sins,
But the end just made me has made me escape my diminished thoughts and made the world look so much better...

Picture from the net- ( polyvore.com)