"Upon this Soul, the Wraith doth Rest."

*"The Light in My Eyes has Burned out...
  but the Embers can be seen as from
   the Bowels of My Fucked soul, they
     Wistfully arise and Drift, until they
     Disappear into the Void of Lethe,"

  Feeling Emptiness in a Sea of Misery
The Depths are where I'm now Swimming
I've gone off the Deep end... probably
to never re-emerge

Even if I had the Urge, I'd have the Urge
to stay Under

Deeper than the, "Marianas Trench," and
Sinking even Deeper; the more I reach
out, the more the Subduction Zone that
I've entered into is taking away My Denseness
and I'm giving away to other Elements...

Lesser ones than I've known now for
a long time

Emotions and feelings are being Conjured
within that are causing My Senses to Fade
and my Morale to Decay

Need to come out of this pit but somehow
I know that I'll be in its Grasp until its Accomplished
its Torment

"Tartarus, Youve absorbuit me sanum!"

Thou Deep Abyss of Torment in Your
Dungeon I Suffer; in Your Laughter and
  in Your Clutches I shudder as they
  Strip the spiritus from my Essence

"Tartarus, Youve absorbuit me sanum!"

And all the Love that a Man has, You
Pillage and Rape so that He sees it before
His eyes, but, can no more Endear and
   in His Bowels thereby be Warmed

It's an Void and Empty Depth when a Man
    no longer carries Fire in His Chest

And an Omen that the Wraith is upon Him,
          about to Breath and Rest