decent and the dead.

I am born to love and to be loved,
not a loner nor a stone,
for the heart that shudders 'oerhead,
like a captain all alone.

The life's parade of allusions.
In oblivion gates, in chains,
I am god of my decisions,
a leader for my path and lane.

In times of growth and fate decay.
like envous souls from beneath,
be not a dagger for today,
be a master of my sheet.

I endured my frivolity,
a dreadful work of art.
therefore i ate my frailty;
the putrefaction of my heart.

i'll face the day of my cold end,
the loss of my existence.
for god who end the life i lend
like death buried in silence.

the path i earned,the shell i owned.
a master or a soldier?
A life i own, from womb to thomb,
a life i cursed forever.

no matter my fate and time fleets,
cold be painter of life in red.
for i am nothing like a myth,
but a riddle from the dead.