Blank Regression (a.k.a. Within My Pain)

Now I stand duly and departed
Death prolonged, out of my existing reality
For all the lies I have procured
I rot in the shadow of my own duality

The memories, forgotten lore
The cusre ingrained in the gift
The strain, I carry on my shoulders
Nothing but yore and the rift
Between the worlds ripped apart
For it was where I did start

And then every step I took
Every breath I drew
Scattered pages, bleeding books
Generations I slew
And the history wrote it all
Its ink dripping with my rage
And who'd stand waiting
Once the master and the sage?
And arose my ranks
In the dark I sank
Yet, the solely hope left
Is the leaves left blank