Sold my soul for nickels
My heart went for a dime
Two bits for my story
Taxed but just with time
Packed a scattered suitcase
Loose leaf - countless lines
A past of seared in burdens
Masked by my design
A silly thing to save
Regrets (the pain in stages)
A single ink stained suit
Buried in the pages

I found myself a dying sun,
I lay ashore, all mem'ries gone,
Beneath a sky of crimson clay,
Where every world spends its last day.

The dusty sand beneath my form
I used to love looks so forlorn.
The waves crash down with energy
They do not wish to share with me.

I am tired of it all,
Sick to death, I take the fall.
Down to the void, abyss,
Without parting glass or kiss.

You will not find me here tomorrow,
I have drowned myself in sorrow.
The bleakest darkness of my past
Swells in the distance like a mast.

I shall not perish, all the same.
Your world is evil and insane,
Yet I shall rise again at last
While you'll be buried in the past.