Nothing (The March Of Death)

A figure of despair staring into the nothingness
Lost among life suckers
So
Small standing by the ocean sensing the rain
Worn out from grieving through a storm of rage

I have succumbed to sorrow
The hoary darkness and the all-consuming silence
For I had such hopes and dreams
Dreams that fell like vapours throug the summer air

I had such thoughts
Thoughts that would crush mountains
And blunt the very daggers to my heart
And yet the mere sliver of hope sent to the corner
To be lost among life's pain

Immortal
My bones are weary
Weary from this malignant mortality we hold on
To with such grim despair
That it becomes all-consuming