The last Odyssey

It's not homer! It's just a spellbound, unforgettable, and the most unfortunate thing that could have happened. Air creating a zooming voice with crunching bells. The senses backing on to me, making me focus on the tempus horizon yet to come. I made myself too fragile for you, I made myself too dead to everything else for you, I stood against the flow of water, and rushed with all the hope in this shivering cold night. Its all just echos and empty skies. I held all my fears in my empty arms and came to you, but at the end I am oblivion.

Each word from my pen, each character from my head, they are all are just fading away... where are they going, why is it getting so empty inside. A hurry to note them down and draw them out; so that I can't loose them ever in my life. But, then a sudden pause of reminder that its all useless. I will forget there meanings as well. I won't be the same; ever again. I can't stop it like tears streaming my eyes but this is it. Is this my last odyssey?

Ashes Divide III - Dreams on fire

And it was a smokeless fire

My closed eyes took a lot from me. I heard those walking feet behind me. They were around me, talking about me, and pointing there dirty fingers at me. Each and everyone of them. Opening my sour eyes I saw those blurred images and took a cold breath from my dried yet cracked lips.
Nothing... really nothing up to the limit of my sight; except my burning boats. Each boat for a dream land to conquer. Falling weak on my knees, feeling shiver in my legs, suffocation in my lungs and pain in my veins; I thought of those eyes starring at my back and judging opportunity for a chance.
It was time. Time to prove those eyes who I really am! But how? When I tried to stand, I realized I had no legs. When I tried to rise against that giant stone, I found my fingers missing yet I crawled on my knees to the top, crushing my each bone to its limit.
Breathing hard on the top I screamed; screamed for my own. But all I was left with were murmuring voices and splashes. Bruised body skin like a viper, blood on face, but still a creature inside me pushing me to stand. They were my dreams stitched on my body. I sewed those bloody dreams on my body and now each stitch was screaming to open up. Nothing but pain and betrayal!
I had to make a choice, between my survival and these precious dreams. I have to burn them!