Sine die

Restrained most of my aspirations,
sustainability of saddened moons,
pick often just wrong destinations,
fulfilled own prophecies of doom.

Chose words no one can understand,
a pencil, drawing smashed down doors,
in search of love, a helping hand,
retreat myself from saving shores.

My tears transform to flaming rains,
the fool of mine can't flee nor save,
succumb to own caused raisin pains,
from one eyed kings the only slave.

Whereby you see that I lay here and cry,
the judgment passed - my heart fated to die.