Nice, trippy, nice.

I like it.

"

When I try to soar, I fail to fly
it's all for naught, for my wings just sigh
burnt crisped shreds, they tumble to soliloquy song
fallen upon crypts-beds, my crumbled essence is gone"

I love that.

And the two preceding stanzas before that.

I missed you, man.

Keep it coming.

I thought the poem was very well done for the most part. The imagery was great and the flow was just about as good until you started throwing unusual words around that really weren't needed. It does add some difficulty to the poem sure, but I doubt most people will be able to comprehend as well as I did, especially on this site. But I do love the idea of trying to find yourself behind everything thats going on around you.... Great job 5/5