To rise alone
A conqueror of nothing
To find a home invexing there
To live without the need to be
And die to flee eternally
In bliss, untied
to needs of recognition

To mean to be
To love and leave
To sip the cup of madness
And love for letting, not

To fall again in sembalance
And re-administer defense

To regard rendered
rift and revenue

Alleviate my cinching plight
Upon the wary reigns of Nigh
Begat and spat whence
The Farrowed Slop, detrite

Squander me to recompense
I am but rinded ambiance
I fall to hithermore and prescience
Dethought me