White Ward - When Gift Becomes Damnation
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Crunch of stained-glass windows
Under bare feet
Luminescent anguish
Of everyday retreat
Consubstantiality
Of discrepant wills
Breaks against mortality
Forces me to knees
Punishment of being old
Till the end of time
Everlasting pain and cold
Rational decline

Here I stand, obsessed old man
Blinded, on the very brink
Downpour is whipping me
With indelible ink

My gift became damnation
My incarceration
I'm stuck here for the ages
I'm doomed to be old man

Sentinels on guard of death
Cannot let me in
I'm deprived of their excuse
I've invented a new sin

I am doomed to be old man
Old man

Insusceptibility
To the flames of guilt
Made me perfect innocent
My emotions are sealed
Physical infirmity
Continual decay
Two centuries of suffering
Of living every day