Nostalgia

I wander the streets of mortality, pondering my own insignificant purpose
I feel as if I am to be somewhere, yet knowing I am nowhere, feeding on loneliness

My heart aches for a joy long gone
A perverted sense of time, a twisted emotion
Ravaged beyond recognition.
Sent to a Hell, a vile force that seeks out the wounded and sacrifices the weak
That devastates the pained, wrenching out hearts and souls alike, no grievances to mull

Memories obtained haunt a weakening mind
Beating relentlessly on reason
Hoping for a glimpse of the light that led the way so many long years ago
Echoes of a distant happiness,
now only a pathetic dream

The maze is wandered by an empty mirror of life
seeking out the remedy for the pain that so constantly delivers itself
The shell contemplates pains reason, any shard of relief
To declare it from the darkness that holds it captive

The angel of immortal anger lives on in the raging fire of deception
Ceaselessly changing to fit a new laceration
New or old, no preference to either
Just inflicting as much agony as inhumanly conceivable