Give me this, this unspoken lie,
That I might find how hard I must try,
to discover truth in muttered shadows,
I first must bring light to the darkened corners.
You stopped seeking, ceased breathing,
now you're lost souless seething.
Life-force going, never knowing,
when you smiled I saw you glowing.
Nevermore shall I ask,
these questions of my flask.
It does not seem up to the task,
save for the pain upon which I bask,
all for my requiem of drunken Asp.
