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Soon to wake, so weary, so old

Another faceless October mourn

A night torn by time

Spent sitting deathless

Amongst languished graves

Plagued by a lifetime

Destined to float homeless

Upon murky waters.

Desperately wondering

What to name the 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 bond, both ship and wreck.

Under damp death of day to fall

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