Tales in the fog

I sit by the lake
Absorbed into the fog
I stash in every droplet,
Tales of a broken heart
Burdens weighing heavy
The cloud drops apart
And I’m left with my stories,
The torments of my past

I proceed to tell my story
To the whispers through the air
Maybe they’ll carry my sorrow
To a strange distant land
Where god does exist
And he lends a helping hand

I sing an awful song,
To wounds left to dry
On salt and crystal sand
And eyes left to cry —
Impaired all alone

I take my haunted throne
In a hall of steel and stone
To a crowd in a mournful fair
To souls that seek despair

I sit to tell my story
To those who thought they dare
The words pierce their ears
And dim their sunken eyes
They take their last breath
And exhale grieving tears

And here I am Again!
Left all alone
Before the story is even told
I’m left all alone
And my pain grows a fold…