Soon to wake, so weary, so old
Another faceless October morn
A night torn by time
Spent sitting deathless
Amongst languished graves
Plagued by a lifetime
Destined to float homeless
Upon murky waves
Desperately wondering
What to name this conspiracy...
...Where man has no part
Between dirt and sun
Between worm and woeful star
Burning from afar
I remember last winter
seeking comfort in the wine offered from your neck
I remember last winter
A lustful play, us both to wreck
Under damp death of day to fail
Forever's gloomy ocean to sail
I foresee the coming winter
Seeking comfort in unwilling skin
I foresee the coming winter
Bitter sunrise revealing my sin

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