While I Walk

This road it all seems to never end
I walk, the same length of the Greek
He who delivered the victorious letter
But he refuses to let me read,
Won't give me answers I seek

I feel it breathing down my neck waiting
Dahaka- as I stumble in agony he sees
He awaits patiently with euthanasia-oh what a bliss
At least he took pitty for poor old debauched me

I grieve your name fair voluptous maiden
As ether pouring in my veins drowning
Whats left of my mind giving an euphoratic essence
Creating nostalgic image of you- oh so haunting

That erroneous martyr, wonder where was his mind
He slained you my maiden in mid twilight
And so he left our derelict soul to be a latter
Gnawed on my heart and left it in plight

You I hope to see soon fair maiden
As I feel I cannot continue my endevours
And my strength no longer reaches me
As my body is left for voltures to devour