Struck, with indignance
Human offense
Know, these wasted years
Only end in tears
Time, lost, never lived
Too little to give
Hoarse, unbridled wails
Curing what ails
Imperfect son
Born of hate
A false existence
Etched in slate
The heart of man
Like bitter earth
Spoiled, whole
What are we worth?
Light has left us
Slipping away
Rest now
Light has left us
Sinking further
Rest now
Drowning, drowning
