The change is made within an innocent breath

A veil around an existence

Accursed with a solitary death

Dancing a line of unending decline

Over chasms I knew not to be

A wave of emotions 'pon desolate oceans

That drown in a lust to be free

Though birds may sing it is oft unsure

Does the joy of life from their spirits stem?

To grace the skies yet shy away

From the eyes that most adore them

All that is hurt and all that is loved are one

Does the blood on these hands

Now dry in the heat of the sun?

Admist a sea of tranquility

Must I writhe on a desperate shore?

A spirit and mind no longer aligned

With an honour I cannot restore

Guilt shall feed the nightmares

That I slumber with this eve

Tomorrow I must walk among the shame

How sad it is, a mind that

Harboured such control and pride

Is now the sickened brethren of the lame