Death Poem I: Patience's Callous Virtue Lyrics

Enduring folly

Blended culling

Narrow falling

Callous crawling

I'm only holding on to a normal life

I'm holding on to the brightest nights of my sombre drive

Prosperity, fumble to death

Ambitions are enough for me

Stay close to my dreams

Straying further away from grief

Touched by familial hands

And burnt by the cynical minds of liars

Affiliate, go then to drown in a cataract

To see what accolades await

Impoverished shone the years you gave

Sense poverty, writhe on the crest

Indifference cowers the best of you

Unto a shimmering loss

A reverence to behold

The sight of a mental rebirth

Oh how you'll freeze on the taiga floor

To be held by the woods

Follow, bleed high

Let the tourniquet hang through his flesh

Marrow greed fly

Poisoned, the wounds in his spine

Wallow, knee grind

Let him stumble and fall down in a crawl

Tail low, full bind

In the void of his own he will bawl