For Bones made out of clay
I’ll live in disarray.
With memories of More,
A life I can’t ignore.
Whatever path they choose,
I’m sure I’ll always lose.
But no matter what they do,
I’ll live with Fortitude.
For Strength once thought gone,
A Dirge will be my song.
And when the End is nigh,
You will long to die.
But as they suffer and they writhe,
I’ll heave out a sigh.
A sigh of great relief,
That I was gifted with such pain,
As it All Burns Down in Flames.