Nothing to Say to Myself

To Golden Gods one shall sacrafice
Melting candle wax along with statuets
I painted the world hence it should suffice
but it did not,the sand sliped trough fingers
each and every one,I enherited the Sahara

My name has turned to a long forgotten myth
frozen solid on the lips of howling winds
With only one kiss the warmth forced to submit
yet it did not,the frost caught on thoughts
each and every one,I lost the omnipotence

from this War drums echoed trough the shaded cave
I saw again dark blue rays that I saw before
Diminishing what light was left,the path mirrors in thorns
the reflections seemed to stare with a more piercing view
in the split second,before they turned into dust