Blood Harvest

Those that harvest, cause my hardest, empty days
Teach me lessons, count these blessings, so they say
Well I do listen, what I breathe in, I so hate
Now the sun gives, and the blackness, ingrains
I would what nothing, but you by my side
A flame in the distance, I willfully hide
When all that was taken, in this season of cold
A desolate meaning, is all that I hold
Those that slumber, cause me wonder, how so
Teach the masses, play with ashes, that are so old
Well count your blessings, you've been left with, no more
And bring me sadness, as this lightness erodes
A meaning of nothing, is better than theirs
A lifetime of hatred, that which they deserve
When memories flood me, I wish I could purge
So I could just sit there, and do what I'm told