Mystery Poem by Orbiam Simon

Dark smokes fill my lungs
A pure undiluted darkness of sort
It sinks my soul into streams of despair
And my eyes tears in blue
Leaving me a token offerry

To a world with beasty feats and icy claws
I have been sold out by life
The sunken teeth of reality tells me that
Truth is a specter and life is but a dream

Mystery and mysticism are let out in the fields
Left for infants to decipher even though they
Faint and tire from exhaustion and this spear.