A sense of failure
Made a home in his chest
Bearing life as a visionary thinker
He could no longer endure
A bespoke broken heart
Head to toe
So lovely and horribly perfect
His heart was pierced
The colors of life he tried to capture
His journal To remember
A collection of successes
And A sense of failure
In the valley of shadows
Where the sky bleeds red
Metal mountains rise
Ancient voices call the dead
Desert winds whisper secrets of ancient lore
Every grain of sand, a story to explore
Through the haze and the gloom
We ride to the tomb
On the wings of the night
Embracing our doom