Find me!

I'll just stop now 

at the edge of you 

foolishly trusting 

the wind to push me 

to my death. 

ghost of my lovers past 

prolonged shadow of future sins 

calling, beckoning, like endless 

echoes in a cold and misty wood. 

am I a formless voice too? 

am I a stranger to my own  

pathetic attempt!? 

is my point of view  

an eternal trap..? 

Forget about me!