Alas! what cans't thou see?
thy burning away?
this agony?

whither away, like all the rest
this wretched soul
tried it's best

pain striken within thee
within thy loved ones eyes
pain coming to torment thee
plotting thy demise

seeking a place to nurture thyself
within another, dying soul
seeking a place to ready thyself

within a shelter, another's embrace
slow and steady preparation
beatin fast, unwilling to face,
this burning hearts desparation