Reality

On my last journey

leaving my mortal body to burn

my soul free of earthly bonds

i rise above

i see none disheartend

all mortals cherish my death

when a mortal i called them friends

now i see they were all fake

the ones who were real

are now immortal souls

waiting for me

in the world so different

different from the one i was in before

while i was on the mortal world

the mortals betrayed me

stabbed me in the back

although the wounds healed

but still i am reminded by the marks

my body is gone

and so are the wounds

but those on my soul exists

they arent healed

my immortal friends can help me

heal the wounds of my mortal life

the one for which i have an arcane hate

the life which i would like to forget