Burden

You'll cut away from the hum 
Of dull machine's noise
In our final wake
You'll turn your eyes from the site 
And mourn the lie's respite

Left a burning hand
A hope absolved 
Cold eyed specter of
A memory, a memory
Left to fade   

Endless high, wended path always scattered
Alluring dream, blindly it walks
Down a path through the long and forgotten
While the shame burns on and on, and on

To the lost, to the sunk, to the fallen
Mantra of 'live long decay'
At the first bitter taste of the coffin
Carry on indomitable hate
Seed within me