Under (Not finished)

Take this life
Upon the sorrow
Though you have
Felt much of my own
Seeming to believe
Parting is a token of good favor
And hope is a thing of such adversity
It is a thing of such atrocity!
If you cannot grasp
The seams which hold my dreams
And it is by no means
In shade nor in sorrow
In a vision theres no passion
Throughout the timely matter passing
And mankind cannot be saved
Clutched in pity drowned by wave
Though my bidding I must keep made
Shall demons strike me if I
Save at least the abscond few
Underwater and undertow
Aside from the abyss in the
Shallow Tomb below?