Standing in a pool of my own cruor Where tears, piss, and gloom coalesce Knee deep and immobile I stand and watch in anguish I cannot advance to you No good outcome to derive from this Fixation on the negative Wash it away with sulphur Scraped bare to the bone, and ground in to dirt Purged, empty Boy with hollow eye sockets anchored down with nails of lead Moth with torn wings Fading, unable to lament All is lost and obscured Standing in defeat Fixation on the negative I wait for the end So distant, I cannot advance I pray for the end