Failures Burden

Days drift and I rise to the cold sun

I was born an old child

With no place for faith in my heart

Aged in my sleep for bitter times ahead

For bitter times

Ahead

And you may say I've given up the ghost

Once and for all admitted defeat

And laid out my hand for all to see

And made peace with the beast in me

The beast

In me

And winter mocks me

Though he does not need to call my name

He thinks my bones are brittle

And the grip of my resolve

Is tired, sullen and weakened just the same

And I have saved the least for last

And torn out all who reached for me

And I am but a beggar before beauty

And failures burden it rests with me

I don't remember when it happened

When the clocks, they stopped

As in their light bare hands were tied

And my heart stood still

And every man is evil

And every man a liar

And every word that he speaks

Is kindling to the fire