THE HERMIT
by TAIN
My own council will I keep.
Rush me from the void,
Sink in sweet surrender
With that I am annoyed
My own council will I keep.
Cards and coins be damned,
Eat bitter ecstasy,
Routinely tastes so bland.
My own council will I keep.
My mind is a blur
Tasting smell feeling thought,
This vision I do spur.
My own council will I keep.
Heavy on my mind,
Lug and lift till it gives,
Rest I can not find
My own council will I keep.
Strugling gainst fate,
Stifling, hard to breathe,
Suffocating, the weight.
My own council will I keep.
Time is growing short.
Wedged in soft white pillows,
Too gods I do resort.
My own council will I keep.
Standing up on high,
Cold and wet and lonely
In stillness there, I die.
