Analysis of Delusions

My soul is weak and my heart is tired. The storms have come, the fog settled in. Lost in the dark, only you as my compass. My mind is shattered, withered and torn. My rights and my wrongs, my loves and my sins all dance together. Dancing and paying with the versions of myself, ignorant of the consequences. On display for your entertainment, unwillingly tethered. Guide me from the depths and lead me to sea. Dress me and wrap me, set me afire. She is dead, but I am not gone. Look to the west, Grant if you will. Fore there you will find me, rising from the ashes and flying away.