Weight of the Mind's Periapt - Eneferens

Pace slows to a stop

Fruitful vines no longer cling to thoughts

Firm facade, hollow inside

Day sheds light on this brokenness

Wait for the wind to cease its fervor

Why now do I exist to wonder?

You see the worst I have to offer

Here in your eyes I fail and falter on

Within your sight, the palest colors

Still, your allure has left me silent

If you surrender, I will follow

Into the bleakness of our constant