Burden

You'll cut away from the hum
Of dull machine's noise in our final wake
You'll turn your eyes from the site
And mourn the lie's respite

Left a burning hand
A hope absolved
Cold eyed specter of
A memory, a memory left to fade

Endless high, wended path always scattered
Alluring dream, blindly it walks
Down a path through the long and forgotten
While the shame burns on and on, and on

To the lost, to the sunk, to the fallen
Mantra of "live long decay"
At the first bitter tastе of the coffin
Carry on, indomitable hate

Seed within mе