This Ember

The light of a bright day, fading in the distance
Optimism has made it's case to the processing system
Lessons and time churned through the morphing container
All leads to prosperity for the dark past entertained.

Time tick and the sun now gone, the day is up as the moon ascends.
A final repose of the smiling pretender, prosperity gives way to the dark month December.
The mind contorts, as the great beast descendeth.
The pain of the past now extinguishes the embers.

And I lost my sight, for the man I would tend,
Returning to the child in the end

The grasp that once was, replaced with ill intention
Now I see once more i descend.
To meet the beast within, to cremate my smiling face and return

The ash tastes of forgotten places, the times that the I would stain upon my eternal link
A mark that stained too far, i think

My heart collapses,  and proceeds to unfold
A time in which my life story is told
And again i watch my former self die, in dark flowing nothing as time passes by
The man i am or was destined to be,  has no place in me

Contort to the itch,  face another direction
The madness steps through to alternate dimension
And i see myself, the world that i crave
Fools wishes from a spurned weak knave

A world inside, adverse to the exterior
A non existence in which i am permitted relevance
Instead of leading the dark horse of irreverance

But alas,  the interior, as my externum preceeded
A hold upon my soul, my persona, defeated.
Entranced by foolish whims
Escorted to the exit of the minds world within

And again i project into the exterior, held close
And nothing touching me, not even my clothes
Spirit watches, and understands not
The time i remember or the time i forgot

Evacuated yet living
The life was a shell
This multi existence
Perception of hell