This man worn down by time
A shell of what once was
Through echoes of the past
One can see his plight
Through moments' whispers
A flood of pain
With no remorse
He turns his back on them
Now he wanders
These barren landscapes
An echo of himself
A ghostly presence
Over endless mountains
His footsteps fall
He ceases to be real
Trapped in its shell
The soul shall scream for its release
Dead to the world
Hollow existence
Torture shall be
The essence of this life
As ashes escape
Tranquility falls
The protagonist takes his life
Stolen
A tragic loss to them
His liberation
Over forested mountains
His spirit runs free
Peace finds him at last
Tranquility
Trapped in its shell
The soul shall scream for its release
Dead to the world
Hollow existence
Torture shall be
The essence of this life
As ashes escape
Tranquility falls