I always thought i'd not survive the bell toll on my extended life.
The self etched mark xolotl harked expecting that all would then end.
But nonetheless was kept in vain.
And now he sits and gloats on me a curse that makes me wonder.
Oh why he has my body rend, would it not have been a better thing, a fate that now is not the same am i here left to ponder..
paintfully i must endure.. everyones every miracle spring.