The imprints on my soul in Poetry

As my mind
Drifts further into the decay
I thought I was one
And I became zero
Deprived of everything
Isolate me
From the heavens above
As you circle me
With all your hate

My shadow
Is on your radar
Walking away
Trying to regenerate
The blood, cuts, and scars
That consumes my lives
The horrific memories
Imprinted on my soul

I shed
Every time
I pass through a constellation
My soul suffers and bleeds
And I love the pain
In this game
For I grow stronger
With every death
I am the test