white senses into a dying hope

As i stand before you,
All my doubts become light,
As I came to be a shallow mind in the past,
A hearted soul, a dying wanderer, an empty mirror,
Looking for the time,
The sense of life withers,
The smile that awakes all my fallen angels inside,
Inside my hearted heart,
Inside my winds of bitter hope,
And in all that,
I am one of the million curses,
That cursed themselves…
Inside.