The Higler

Calling towards the stars, an essential flow of blood
I will stand and fight
Grazing the pastures of the restless ones
Never
My brain unravels at my feet
Spilling what i know in defeat
My unconscious try is failing
Our existance in the fold
Demanding focus the eternal message repeats
A mask to a septic being
Calling towards the stars, essential flow of blood
Essential to us all