Sickness.
Of the mind,
Weakens the body,
Alone in purgatory.

Eagerly awaiting convalescence
I comfort with hands,
That can not heal.
We are helpless.
Alone in purgatory.

Sickness.
Of the mind,
Weakens the body.

Eagerly awaiting convalescence
I comfort with hands,
That can not heal.
We are helpless.

Your light I follow without question.
Souls intertwined.
Surrounded by the mist,
Of a dying world.

Alone in purgatory.
She keeps a silent, vigil.

Eagerly.
Awaiting.
Convalescence.