Dark smokes fill my lungs
A pure undiluted blackness of sort
It sinks my soul into streams of despair
And my eyes tears in blue
Leaving me a token offerry

To a world with beasty feats and icy claws
I have been sold out by life
The sunken teeth of reality tells me that
Truth is a specter and life is but a dream

Mystery and mysticism are let out in the fields
Left for infants to decipher even though they faint and tire from exhaustion and this despair.