Analysis of None

I am a lost soul in the shadows I dwell, alone forever in this hell. The darkness is home, the sands of time run for me very slow and the winds of change forever blow.

Eyes blind to what lays ahead, visions of the past run through my mind fast. Scars reminders of lessons learned, all my mortal bridges burned.

Eternal flames cold to the touch, lick at my flesh but don't burn much. My soul rotting and dying inside, waiting just waiting for the reaper to arrive.