A Blessing in Tragedy

A blessing in tragedy. Burning what's left in effigy. Wreckage, when there's nothing left. Wreckage, the birthright of regret. A place where the truth can hide. A place where falling egos survive. A place where fears rust through pride. A place where heroes go to die. Self-dilusion, self-destruction, falling so short of faith. An empty shell, a carcass left of greed. An empty shell, in the shade grows another weed. And you wear the scars well. Merciless liar. How many times until your shadow haunts you too?