Where is my solace!? Day unfolds into meaningless day, and this life remains void of destiny. At my right hand, you were there… in my deepest thoughts… your whispers devoured me. From my tears and sufferings I created the ink… to write constellations in a sky of white…
The sun sears my dreams… while sorrow rains famine upon my endeavors. My harvest is barren… and I reap misery from the seeded lies in my dry mind.
Behold my desert! In its sands I have left no footprints… From the scorching heavens, the ink drips failure onto my brow…
Beloved… my soul longs for your kiss, but at the right hand of a vapor… I shall stand until the end of time. At your touch, I will vanish with the wind.
For you, I would eclipse the sun... and live in the darkness... but once upon a time, my love... I lived in nonexistence… and was never born…

In the corridors of my mind… wanders a crying man… in search of resurrection...

Who am I?