Empty Path

Often I'm blinded by a scene
the gods as their tear tears a chasm in my being
Weeping at  my heedless  schemes
wasted means 
And malicious dreams

villains of my mind
Voices I pray fall behind
Infinitely blurring the line
Perhaps once, they may bear more fruit than rind

Just a thought of sanity
To me is not worth the calamity 
As our race clings to vanity 
I live only for what my hands can seed
The sour taste of my brand's decree 
That is you while I am me