perception of perdition

"God gave the gift of Artists, so that people may dream while they are awake."
- Steve Vai

the void within
a sunken pit of despair
these feelings null, thin
sorrow from dilapidated ruins

as I walk, broken
I recall all too well
the words spoken
and how hard I fell

2 years on
12 heartbreaks later
none of which healed
this broken shell of
who he once was

and so came 13,
the one who could heal
his quest finally came to fruition
till he realized she was obscure

as always, he rises from ash
trudging into the future
never looking to the past
pondering,if anything would last

losing faith in himself
losing trust to his fellow
searching for a future,
but never find that which holds true

where lies the once great
his impeccable intelligence
enchanting melodies
and unrivaled power

his greatest force
source of power
was she he'd put
in his heart

she and only she,
would allow him this
to be able to fully manifest
and finally, live

as days pass
his power wanes
this wicked past
I'd wish away.

holding dearly onto shards of the broken memories...
slowly it corrupts