consumed in the flesh tired of waiting for the right chance and the mind, exhausted of all too tired of waiting the travail that I tired of waiting for the right chance had to live through without a pause too tired of waiting worn down in the soul tired of waiting for the right chance spirit dead, relentless travail too tired of waiting losing all control tired of waiting for the right chance feverish rambling inside my brain relentless travail worn down grey spirit heart wounded godless life wasted left dying