Damned upon this soil
Rotting and gnawing
Torn between involuntary spasms of pleading
Pleading and decieving
For what would i plead for in the soulless vows
Of the empty eyed bore
Yet in this i find my peace
My restless peace
However blessed he is that would rest here
Would not be so quick to stay
Tormented are the dreams that lay so close
To the unopened mind
Quarreling amongst those who would forsake them
So twisted a collaboration
That leeches inside those
Who would dare allow entrance to those dreams
And i am one with it all
