Once again, my heart is gripped in pain, with no mercy to be found. What is it that binds the suffering, the darkness that consumes me? What transforms me into stone when I dare to look back, haunted by the weight of past choices? What ancient scriptures bear the marks of the scars engraved deep within me?
Why does the lava of anger and sorrow churn inside, pounding against the walls of my withered veins? When the chill of fear tightens around me, and my hands tremble uncontrollably, what secrets do the lines of my palms hold, binding me to the past?
When I whisper the sweet anthem of love, yearning to break the eerie silence that surrounds me, why do dark, venomous screams echo back, their twisted fables sinking deep into my eyes once more?
My thoughts are scattered like broken shards, my dreams reduced to dust. They swirl in the storm of sharp pricks and pain, each gust of wind leaving me more fragile. My soul longs to soar, to escape the confines of its pain, but a flame burns my wings, tethering me to the ground again.
Thorns pierce my frozen feet once more as I wander down an astray path, lost and directionless. On this journey, destiny erases what my desires have written, leaving me unanswered and forever searching.