To be close to passing out from pain
Is it perseverance or just plain old suffering?
Time will tell, as I leave this shell
I well up, so close to my own skin
I’ve never been, a tasteful sin
I better reconcile, I wander
Has this been my whole life?
I stay silent
Magic starts rising
I hear the bells of Gondor
Magnificent sirens of goodwill
I will take this with me, until
Clarity sets in and life becomes still
As do I, within