now comes the time of tears
now comes the time of tears
now comes the time of tears coursing down the cheeks
collecting in wrinkled runnels deep hewn into the face
and then comes the new fears in shadows darkly bleak
running through the tunnels so forever bereft of grace
now comes the time of anger exploding upon the mind
collecting among the crevasses of the ever aging brain
and set within a terrible hunger seeing black and blind
running down synapses places tight or unable to drain
now comes the time of defeat shame replaced by relief
collecting behind a defiant mask all colored in courage
and seriously lost in the retreat the loss of a true belief
running hard in starts and gasps the march of the dirge
now comes the time of death a mix of all evil and holy
now comes the final breath exhaled deliberately slowly