My betrothal was to death

My ailment borne in credence

Coerced into immolation

Inebriated by my ambition  

 

Plagued is my affection

And dead is my spirit

I dream the years by

And I lament my decency  

 

The curse was my culture

And my adversary the antidote

Morality has been tainted

In death it would subside  

 

Catatonic my existence

But aged is my lore

I'm unable to sympathize

In my search for oportet  

 

Righteous was my cause

And deceitful was my manner

I became an anchorite 

Void of panacea  

 

Boundless is my insomnia

And algid is my blood

One day I'll forget you

And on that day I'll sleep again

It is on this grave day

Within these fading corridors

I observe the disconnect

And the dismal geist of man