Misfortune is the fruit of a twisted tree An endless abyss deafens my forlorn plea Silence feeds on the passing of days Memories shine through my unending haze Bittersweet tears drawn from eternal shame The spoils of igniting a passionate flame Embers singe the spirit of the night A dulled gaze cannot break an all-seeing light Ravenous consumption a moment too soon Unfulfilled expectations for I am immune Love born from an abstract heart Failure distilled from an artificial art Comfort resides in a fleeting thought Pleasure’s wealth exists to be bought Dejection and regret shall not enslave Nothing commands the depths of my grave