Redeem of the dead

Redeem of the dead

Every hour,

walking across the barren lands,

I hear the unusual fray in my mind.

Even the starlet ceased to glitter,

midst the tranquil moonlight.

While transgressing in this abyss,

in my wilted mind, 

somewhere I hear her holy reverence 

following my relentless path.

With mirth she witnesses

smoldering of my soul,

and her partisan eyes mocks

the beginning of my end.

Now,

with each passing hour,

I desire to cease my wounds. 

While I witness apparitions

embarking my dreams.