I walk alone.
At every turn, visions blind my path.
With every breath, my heart spills a single drop of blood.

I dance with a past that has long since closed its eyes.
And the future lays bare beneath my feet, with no soul to call its own.
What spins within me is a freedom without pleasure
A fasting of good and evil
A single focus of devotion that entrusts me with its fragile perfection.

I wait for the rains to renew me
For the sun to chastise me
And for the moon, to light my path once again.