[This was originally published on attrition.org. The exact publication date is not known. This was written between 1998 – 1999.]
forsaken, lest my gods roam
todays scorn mixed with yesteryear shame
igh nah sergaht
nith ra tu ze dah'
- and my shame runs deep
lonely tear flees from mine eye
crashes down onto a denim knee
finally caught in my only lie
blind reading of a history i didn't see
muinq'elare' de solarith
se' pah sempre ilrah
- for guilt is a ruling passion
eighty two decades in one stay
long nights in an otherwise short life
a world rapidly on the downward spiral
another last chance to right my wrong
az de larr telorono 'cha
min ara'stuhl to endenare'
- to kill the sadness
one trespass into restricted thinking
to flesh out the pain we feel
the solitude we want, we demand
irony splashes off our reality again
with pain
one is undone
and attrition is my name