VI. Song Of Prostration And Introversion (2. Despair)

VI. Song Of Prostration And Introversion (2. Despair)
Ill body and pain filling eyes 
I was made to lose a bit after bit of myself 
What mind has realized body cannot adapt for 

Awful fate of twisted reality and rotting dreams 
A future of inconstancy and anguish of spirit and flesh 
I have come to Earth to lose what I find