it comes like the wind

from the depths of darkness the long bony fingers reach to the sky and grab the soul - tattered as it already is and cloaks it with the message of destruction and doom becoming one with the dark devil and lost hopes, dreams and aspirations, it melts into nothingness, failure and despair, wonder if - IF - is that all there is, why do I continue when I sink to the pool of molten lava and disappear like a leaf blown with the wind, taken to oblivion, the place where souls cry in pain and ask for immortality, engulfed in self-pity, drowning in a sea of sadness, where morning brings more of the same and cast shadows of death that touch my thought