Wither

A soft feeling could break me
The pieces fall away from there

All it could be
And what's for them?
There's an ache
That never seems to dull

What's worse than death
Is to be defeated
I've done my time
Struggled with the meaning
To endure is to be free
And every part I rip away
Only bleeds

Everyone has a choice
And I've made mine
Held fate in my hands
Watch it wither with time
I'll make greener pastures
A place for the seed
In times of fear and sorrow
I'll file my teeth

What I can't touch means nothing to me

With the dirt lined up
Everyone chokes
I'll take my beating
Scratch these words in my bones

Never a victim of what came before me