His drunken courage is standing by

Pain he feels not as time goes by

Wounded he laughs as sorrow is his gain

A truth he knows will thus go in vain

A fortress of hurt and multitude of loss

He's dominated by woes that fling him the toss

Trust he knows not of, for lies have nurtured

His heart beats sludge as all else has ruptured

A trodden path of despair and anguish

His tears he drinks whole for hunger to vanish

A voice of disdain and gaze of malice

He moves, great fervor and intent hence callous

A melody of melancholy with jubilant austerity

He smiles, with fear masking calamity

A breathing corpse in decaying time

He whispers a rhyme forever in time