Struck with indignance
Human offense
Know these wasted years
Only end in tears
Time, lost, never lived
Too little to give
Hoarse, unbridled wails
Curing what ails
Imperfect son born of hate
A false existence etched in slate
The heart of man like bitter earth
Spoiled whole, what are we worth
Light has left us slipping away
Rest now
Light has left us sinking further
Rest now
Drowing, drowning