• Falling,
    Dieing inside,
    Are all those who forsake,
    Can they not see?
    Can they not smell?
    The blackened flesh,
    The rotting soul,
    They are lulled into a false security,
    Fear prevents them to see,
    Blind to reality,
    As they weaken,
    One will grow stronger.
    Some will purposely feed their strength,
    But do not be fooled,
    One will deceive,
    No reward will be gained,
    Only the loss of your will,
    And a faster more painful rot,
    As you drift from the light.