Wilt

The vacancy has been filled
By the eyes of creed
Eyes that have died
Eyes that have cried
And it's dead
It's long forgotten dread has plagued the purity that be from us
The life we crave
The life we kill
And the stupid and bull-headed rise
While existence fades
Burnt with the kingdoms of folly
But all I do is stand
I watch the trees cripple
His blood curdle
And the world die
And it's I
I am the only one still standing
I am the haze that divides the not and truth
But why
Why me
What have I seen that make it me
I've died for eternity and I've bled for the end
I burn with fire
Yet it be not my rage
So the eyes stare and my soul burns
And I can smell the shame
Shame that controls and hounds me
But it simply scoffs and glowers
And I'm the only thing that stands
My arms taut fix in the air
My torso flaring
And my life stripped
Built to last
And by mistake
Yet is not all bad because now I'm haunted by the dread of the night
And it atones for my sins
And I'll die finally without a grin

Author's Note

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