Sirenia

How can you stand there
like a weakening fire
awaiting the final end?
If you consider
still hanging in there
You will wither
in each and in every way
How can you stand it?
Say can you mend it?
Don't you pretend that
the world is a better place?
If you're in denial
life is worth while
You can rely on
there's comfort in exit ways
In a manica the reaper comes around