Wretched Souls

It seems to me so unfair
that they flounder about the earth
while I walk the skies.
Its intricate patterns unfold to my existence
and the birds of prey keep stalking.
my will is weakened
and everything is pointless
now onwards.

Transition into decadence
All living forms are slaughtered
For the pale death of one
bereavement is embraced.

The savage realization
manifestation of fears
Giving into the flow of life
Pain takes over when our purpose is fogged.
As weak as your will
Your source of life is cut off
Second moments begin with disconnect
while the breathing men conceal their curses
Eliminate and survive
the wretched souls that continue leading your life to me.