Weakness prevails on a wanting heart
Rapt with attention on a love lost.
Corrupt to decay, the mortals hold,
                    Buried,
                        Forever buried,
                           Burning the soul.
Its depth without definition
Its breadth wider than though,
But the chain holds tight, welded
                     Welded
                        to forever
                           to its forge.
No understanding, no hint comprehended
Of lost psyche, lost physical
Of emotions poured out as hot acid
                        Draining
                             Ever
                                 Draining.
Weakness takes over, lies can abound
Crossing lips still missing tenderness,
Across a mind void of reason
                        Pulling
                             the
                                Blood
The very life giving blood of power
Of mans pure self
Weak in the face of want.