The unsilenced mind.
Drawn by the ideas of time,
Rather felt a burden to it.
Oblivion of what’s been done,
Punished by this enigmatic sadness,
Altered by Melancholy.
This heavy heart,
Wanted death,
But feared the unknown afterlife,
Thus shackled by living without life.
Maintained sanity,
Externally.
Just don’t wonder within my head.
For I have to endure,
Though I’ve already fallen long before it starts anew.
As my conscience told me,
For an unknown reason,
That I’ve done an exceptional worst,
In my previous life.
Must be a King,
Highly of self,
an inconsiderate one.
Surrounded by the sevens.
Realized what's done,
too late,
already end of life.
But must have reminded myself,
Before my end of my past,
Over and over.
Now,
Unknown to mind,
Known by this heavy heart,
This curse made to self,
worst than emptiness,
To be burdened by questions of "why" without answers.
For this life's the sacrifice,
An order to self,
to seek redemption.
Hopeful be forgiven
onto the next.
Clearing the traces',
Of now and yesterday's.
For the unknown afterlife I feared,
Yet I seek.