Wilt - Rune

Withering away…

The colors fade into one

The turning of the tides

To pass from old to new

Kneeling before the sun

And seeking forgiveness

No shelter from these piercing rays

That blister my skin

Scarring the flesh

Begging for night- for an end

To the suffering

Covering the sun

In a darkened embrace

Unable to crawl of from these depths

I have sank

Intentions grow weak-

Ambitions begin to fade

Searching for closure

Within the reach of another existence

One day this nightmare will end

Leaving this life’s perils behind

Withering away