The Repentance

Endless wasted life
Still, the suns will set
And the mornings’ many faces always call one greeting
That never sounds as though they’d left
Endless sickness within me
I cannot keep inside
’Til the voices of the day would quiet
They’d never echo through evening skies
Through my lucid mind
I rest my head and
Then I close a single eye
Everything comes to memory
And I can picture
Life as if through other minds
Stale and empty days
I would gorge on death
And the days gave way to the malnourishment I feel
Time given to reflect
Empty thoughts I’ve repeated
The past they’re burying (burying)
Seeping through the cracks within the facade
That you have built around our lives
In my lucid mind
I rest my head and
Then I close a single eye
Everything comes to memory
And I can picture
Life as if through other minds
Am I alive
Or am I dead
In a world that’s always sinking far below the level
I thought we’d come to rest
And I’ve grown tired as we’ve fallen
With every passing night (every life)
The morning always spreads, infects the mind
Plagues the coming times