I

Morose memories
belonging to a memory long gone
perishing the thought
perish as you thought
perish with the thoughts
of an important existence

No sight in the eye of a mind that's blind to itself
entities converge; diverge the path
sorrow laden and misconstrued identity of a man
who will barely call himself a boy
which wishes for a soul

Where words will carry a husk of a being
will carry his sounds; impure dissonance
make him live, make him live, make him live
'fore the drowning of a mind so full of everything
but itself