my soul in foreign lands, forgotten 2

A soul's etched cartography compasses spins a needle frantic above a parchment of skin. A map… Each line a river I've drowned in, blood I waded and divide each faded scar a language scarlet, unfound! My soul no longer shapes foreign land of waste annihilates behind my eyes...! I see nothing deserts exhale silent sacred sands… Hearts pulse with unheard drums an archway to oblivion weathered eons I haven't lived. I drift towards a courtyard, run riot in green eternally… Where faces blur like old cars my mind whispers, doom from afar on winds that don't remember me. Trace the contours of my lost continents in this cartography of bone and shadow. Forgotten by the wraiths of the moon… that echo within my chambered heart. A tarnished key lies heavy in my mind, unlocking doors behind infinite walls… sublime!