As I wake
Blank eyes aim down on me
As I speak
Hands hold strong, enlightening
Brick by brick, crate my feet
Drill me the way I can clearly see into my sickness
This wounds you won't forgive me
Drawn to the flood
Who owns the answer
Silent I crawl that one
Path that you spoke to me
Rigid and cold
To sink the ways of the octagon
Leaping
The fall shall claim
The end of
This hollow pretender
May my last wound be the greatest to erase all others
The Grim there's no more