If this is what kills me, so be it –
Endemic destruction is on its way, anyway.
My mortal skin, it lies by existing,
And if soul exists, it betrays me;
Emotion weakens me every time.

Sphinx’s charade is beyond me –
It asks me to devour myself,
And for my mistakes to answer fully.
Justice scale has no counterbalance,
Doomed into submission of self.

Same sun rises and rises,
Smoke fills my lungs and my thoughts.
It’s like a story of old, charming fairytale,
Where the villain must pay for the world’s sins.
Awakening of the merciful.

If this is what kills me, so be it –
Never invited to be a part of this maze.
The riddle consumes the last of my own,
Deception into a nothingness of light.
The hangman smiles to me.

(originally written in 01/05/2021)