Ravenous waters as distant as my misery That voracious longing for my days, my blood Soaked days to turn a dreadful grey Dying beneath the empty sky, Drowning below the Dreadful waters, Buried by the dust of misery and Burnt by the winds of despair Among the stones I walk, with austere rays of empty light So terrible to behold, and chants of d**h ever so cold Trees of loneliness and gnarling mists Their branches holding in their hands, the silhouette of my end Echoes of clutching rope and empty lungs, My Dirge