Nevermind That For a Game of Soldiers A Wordpile; LaCroix's Lament by the sea, after Last Knight by Gehirn Karies
Once again I stand alone on the edge
at the beginning
Sea mist so pure in its scent of decay
Wind so fierce it boxes my ears
As much as I enjoy their company
The moon and the sea have always laughed at me
I curse the tides that drag me down
I shun the moods that kick me around
I see nothing on the horizon
I hold nothing in my grasp
I never could walk into the sun
The price is far too high
I can't turn back
I've gone on ... too long
I haven't fit into the fold since infancy
A trait that never did bother me
Lost my faith before I understood
the implications
Yet, how can one have faith in powers
who allow such misery?
This fallow heart was broken when I got it
Forever on the mend
A season of losses
Eternal lifetime of pain
I left the one I love behind
on the giving ground
immersed in loneliness, death and shame
It is ironically cruel
This endless game
1996