Fairest dusk, your grim onset, Does curve the lips upward and Lift my head Eastern in direction (Divulge) I yearn to bask in the pale light of Your silver, spherical nucleus once again. (Oblige)
Delve into my nature... All loathing. Speak my name.
The wind chills and in a way comforts me... Knowing there are things colder than I.
A plethora of bitterness, I am... The fulcrum which maintains the balance of All things now disputable within, The bacterial body I uphold. A plethora of bitterness, I am... The fulcrum which maintains the balance of All things once disputable within, All celestial bodies.
My marks upon this world are miniscule and insignificant. ...And yet I persist with the utmost dilligence. And as these beads of rain trickle down my face, I know soon I will lie beneath the ground I tread.
A plethora of bitterness, I am... The fulcrum which maintains the balance of All things now disputable within, The bacterial body I uphold. A plethora of bitterness, I am... The fulcrum which maintains the balance of All things once disputable within, All celestial bodies.
From a breath to inanimation, Flourishing to an abrupt dissipation A life of effort sans merit Such is a bitter fruition
The wind chills and in a way comforts me... Knowing there are things colder than I.
A plethora of bitterness, I am... The fulcrum which maintains the balance of All things now disputable within, The bacterial body I uphold. A plethora of bitterness, I am... The fulcrum which maintains the balance of All things once disputable within, All celestial bodies.