Fake gratitude, fluent lies

Colored existence, feigned feelings

Muted voices, futile heartbeats

A sinister sense of darkness

Envelops me, smothering my hopes

I blankly gaze into the horizon

That looks fiercely naked

Still, I yearn for my pristine freedom

Away from facades and trammels

Alas! The road seems meandering, scarped

I try with all my might

My heart gropes for the path

Wherein only devouring darkness

Beckons me and my solitude.

Yet I look around

Trying to seize the elusive freedom

It appears hopelessly lost to me.

My heart still beats for the soul

Long lost yet appears so nearby.