Empty vessel shade surrounding

Mouth of dirt is filled with stories

Feral people Mouths foaming

Screeching and howling

Falling deeper catch myself before I lose myself again and again and again

My hollow home crumbles and it looks so feeble

I will fix what's broken with my trusty needle

Dreams may darken as the world grows colder

Such a small small man with so much to shoulder

Born from darkness created by god

Condemned as useless and left there to rot

The infection consumes and I don't recognize you

No cost too great my soul to compensate

For the world at stake I will accept my fate