Old & Withered

He lies in forgetfulness The skin old and witheredRecline in uneventfulnessThe end is a mockeryKeep reminiscing of chances that passed byWith admirable sternness the body will not dieThe allure of heaven was never meant for himDon't falter, keep your honourHe will never give inHe lies in wickednessHis life ends in tortureDementia and solitudeSedate the mind for his own goodImprisoned in dysfunctionCan't escape the horrorLimping on on borrowed timeEnduring the slow declineOld hatreds for all these years stay strongYou can't deny the grave's where you belongA false internmentThe closests have long goneDie aloneYou brought this upon yourselfYourselfA failed experiment that no one could predictFailure to procreate is probably for the bestSo unsure where we must buryWe'll see if nature wants him backThe allure of heavenWas never meant for himDon't falter keep your honourHe will never give inHe lies in wickednessHis life ends in tortureDementia and solitudeSedate the mind for his own goodImprisoned in dysfunctionCan't escape the horrorLimping on, on borrowed timeEnjoy your slow decline