Fading Eccho

Distant sounds echoes from the tip of my fingers

I search for the "memento mori". But my tears carves in vain.

What I've been doing through all this years?

This distant question touches every naked nerve.

It tells me the tales of my long forgotten past:

Lost personal demon's wishes verve.

The sanity goes away along with my screams...

It echoes in every cell wall

and touches the tip of my dreams.

All nights has turned into the same,

No light pointed the end. At my sight,

Only the shades of the insane.

I've lost. All blood spilled for nothing.

It had been always the void haunting me.

The black empress; the emptiness within;

The forever falling.