Pallbearer

Deny the curves of life and you'll blame all

Intrinsic lines are set to break apart

Inputs can only control so much

One must not deny predestination

Gone and under the earth

Be it a person or a bond

I'm coughing into cushions

Yet denying an affliction

Shaking to feel fatigue, all are starved

Don't wake them, they are dreaming

Trying to walk in a straight line while blinded and jaded, misdirected

Looking back at the path I have walked and I see how far I've gone

I have not failed myself

Yet I feel as though I yearn for a signal of fault by my hands

Life is a system -- paths may cross, yet

One must not try to change what has and always will be the resultant

Structure of consciousness. But, this does not mean that we won't

Seek rebuttal

I've seen gods

I've seen queens

Hang their heads

From disease

Offer light

Offer glow

Offer light

Offer them

One last rose

One last.