All but sorted

Causes of the weak do render

Worries of the past enrich

Fabrics of your mind all sever

Symptoms of you heart decease

Carrying cases of near danger

Endeavor to revive again

Sentencing a near contender

Sleeping with a persons guilt

From a distance fear is fading

From the features, fate is sealed

Sorting, dealing all are strangers

Sailing, Soaring through the night

Chances of the weak and weary

Figments of a father's past

Talented but all opposing

The faceless feel the figures past

Never to survive from death