On the crest

Is that waning? if it is I'll fucking wane with you

In leui of waxxing, if so, let me, in suit, wax romantic

Fanatic content to worship unrequited shrines, it's tragic

Automatic, you inspire everything creation I'm proud of

Sound of doplets dropping is just so calming

Drawing me with that illumenence, it's in a tomb I'm best sent

I'm bent, with time I've spent, I hope you no longer resent