VI. Song Of Prostration And Introversion (2. Despair)
VI. Song Of Prostration And Introversion (2. Despair)
Ill body and pain filling eyes
I was made to lose a bit after bit of myself
What mind has realized body cannot adapt for
Awful fate of twisted reality and rotting dreams
A future of inconstancy and anguish of spirit and flesh
I have come to Earth to lose what I find
