In the darkness of this moon
Mist it rises
This carcass looms.
Wakened eyes, where is my mind?
Cheery lies vocalized to soon.
But still I rise,
Dead feet do drag
And weathered hands do light this ***;
Descending down the dreary land
I cross the fog with teary-gag
But on the line where eyes discern
The atmosphere meets horizon's turn
Another cycle gone and burned,
Something new comes, pondered, learned.
I lose the weight
My shoulders burdened
I feel them lift up off my soul
One after other,
My body's limbs
Do dissipate with ***** winds
When sun does choose to show it's face
My own is gone,
My soul's in place
To you my friend,
With hopes demised:
Happiness
Is not a race.