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
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