InevitableThe eternal, bleeding mind decays,Inevitable by Nanemae
taught and severed as it's reeling.
Constant torment embitters old hopes,
relinquished dreams become half-held dust.
Panicked soul flitters and lies,
escaping this hollowed husk of life.
Beleagured gasping entails the end,
rectification is soon at hand.
Death is within, rotting our pasts,
and from without we are soon struck down.
Buried wounds rise with the tide,
painful roads we have walked before.
The trails are entwining, becoming one,
the end becomes the beggining once more.
Scattered to the chime of funeral tolls,
The Soul Is Free.