This yearning grows ill when thoughts of you Slip through me like poison Birth of this sickness, infecting my will Relics upon my return Exiling is futile Remnants from a world forsaken Home of the hopeless Scars of this weakness Memories fading forever I long for death's promise to be set free Roman's escape veneer Beneath lies a true prison Never to return to the sweetness of soft flesh This Elba, a deathbed, Thoughts of return, fantasy Broken dreams lay me softly down Home of the fallen Scars of battles lost In sickness forevermore