Forfeit

The shadow I cast will forever outlast,

The things I do as a desolate outcast,

I wander wicked in damp retreat,

Held by shallow and timid by obvious defeat,

I look at this world with childlike wonder,

Till it tears my limbs from tooth asunder,

I wallow the whispers of waking wither,

Whether dark breathes envy of bone deliver,

I stand alone as the devil may cry,

My flesh is torn as I perpetuate the lie,

It takes strength to finally understand,

My life is forfeit as is master plan