Steps within the chamber Feeble and unwilling Stalking own digression In patterns of self-pity
From passion bloomed expression To expression moved impression Lest the chisel fails my power I fear to toil any longer
Ominous rain Distrust, the seer of decay
Becoming more familiar With the basest of all dreads Were these works that constitute me
All mere ghosts of past events Still greeting, bidding farewell They never came and never went What I retain is but a notion A modest wish to see it end
Dormant lake My will, a still life display
The traitor creeps to hinder The road to wheat and water The stronger the ambition The solider his mortar
Yet what choices are there Than to make the long journey Down to the mocking crux Of ever waning, falling earnings
Frozen wave Indifference, my opiate
How did I lose my posture When was I shed to be A solitary beggar left in the gutter Under broken bridges raised by him
In this weary hour of the night A confession muting the lie It is gripping with the mistral might: I make death from gilding life
Roaring rivers My pain, a furious killer
All mere ghosts of past events Still greeting, bidding farewell They never came and never went What I retain is but a notion A modest wish to see it end
Dormant lake My will, a still life display
The traitor creeps to hinder The road to wheat and water The stronger the ambition The solider his mortar
Yet what choices are there Than to make the long journey Down to the mocking crux
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