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-=The Withering Soul=-

I feel no longer with these hands,
They work apon the thinnest strands
of mechanical maniacal apathy
that dangle within a single band

I see no more with eyes so clear
what once saw light, has lost the fear
of looking back in the abyss
as it looks back, a smile so dear

I favor no scent within the nose
that tells me beauty, among the rose
within your heart so longed for thee
Another suffered glass repose

My ears forgot the sound of love
with dullen sense of the above
has led me ne'er to grieve
the dying of the purest dove

With all of me I stand alone
above all else, to remain prone
against the seas that dull my shore
and render flesh away from bone

Flesh from bone, heartfelt grieving
is gone from me, as though retrieving
a lesser form, a faceless mask
And I myself am left believing

To breathe again despite the pain
the evanescence of fool's rain
Is folly one could say the least
I remain withering, time and time again.

©2003 Samurai!FX/Marc Guerrero