Derelict I lie unable to
Derelict I lie unable to acquiesce
Vice succumbs its the kiss of death
Able and Strong a passing phrase
Menage desparado
Quietly lying in the grey
I do not strive but decay
Harken to deeper depths
I hope to delay
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