Providence in Cloths

Here I'm befouled in mine misery
As I'm the one you noticed
Here I am rotting

Silence beholds on whatever I vomit
I don’t know if I ever could be more faithless, than I'm now
With all the sorrow I gaze into begotten eyes
As I drift away
I die

I can’t save myself from that drifting
I can't prevent myself from those sufferings

Looking at your mystery
Selfless I drift away