• The more I wonder and try to move,
    The ever more I begin to discompose,
    Then as I sit and wait for hopeful improve,
    The less this pupil shall begin to notice,
    Go forth shall these feet go back,
    For forever shall the past scars remain,
    This ticking won't ever and shall never stop for me,
    So shall this body continue with nor remorse,
    May every single emotion it bears disappear for eternity,
    Time shall always mix and mix it's timless days,
    Sadly never allowing a stuck and forbidden body know,
    So shall an assured mix take me on river's wave,
    Where it is not known if the body returns,
    May soon this old soul rise as it also burns