Lake of loss

Rusted, my corpse lays here,
No soul is witness to my quandary...
Wasting my lungs mourning,
I can only see a deaf reaper's distorted face...
on the other side of hidrosis
as I see him slake his thirst...

Mourning I lay helpless here,
as I wish to cease my remorse...
I kill my thoughts against my will..
as no one will rescue me from this lake of loss.
Brooding over my plight,
I recall my early days

I hail from a better land...
I see my abhorrance for such an end
I crave to be exempted
But the duce's hunger,only I can meet

The fraudulence of my destiny
pierces through my soul
Forging my spirit..
propulses my corpse behind
Crushing my faith beneath my feet
I return to my dismay.