Decapitated Soul (A Dark Poem)

The sail has been torn
Wind doesn't matter now
The sea has been burned
Tis the time of the crows

Flesh bleeds from a cut
A self-inflicted wound
Exposed is a beating heart
Slowly losing sound

Battle has been fought
War against your own
Self-destruction you've sought
Missing the promises of dawn

As you take the final breath
You drench in sorrow and regret
Then the black mist released
Adhering to the dark abyss