Born amongst the winter months, when warmth is far forgotten

When life is but a rotten seed, or so I’ve thought so often

Grisly thoughts of memory past, which now so brightly loom

The wind brings mist from farther north, where I will be bound soon

What hath become of brighter days, with song and merry sight?

For now I roam through darkest crypts along this endless night

Where shadows grasp with lustful sights, to quell such dire want

Their glasses brim with foulest drops that turns the stomach daunt

What vile deed I abruptly struck for sternest punishment so

In all the years I’ve faced the worst, I’m still my darkest foe

And when the stars come crashing down upon my shaken frame

The man who comes to take the retched, will surely call my name

The bones do ache and nerves stay clenched, such age without the years

I’d hung my eyes from others sight, the gallows made of fears

Always less than those I’d gaze, and less than those I don’t

So cruel those gods who’d curse me so, so pray to them I won’t

No desire to lead the hearts of men, nor follow the brightest light

I’ll wander now, till sorrow comes, and all I’ll see is white…

Mirrored like craving of coming dawn

Outstretched arms of warmth and want

Quickly returns, this pain begone!

A casuistic caress underlined with gaunt.

While thy morals endlessly slumber

For my vice it takes its toll

The days of lavish have their number

Loved ones lament on my wandering soul

Though my light remains a flicker

Pulled deep down in endless deep

A split mind takes to bicker

Nevermore will these voices sleep

Stranded to reflect this cruel manifestation

The light be gone to this dark creation