The Wake

tragedy has spoken

the wolves all gather around

with sharpen teeth and a guilty yellow stare

they wish me on my way

so cold inside this shell

give me to the earth

the dreams that i deserted

the passion i would not release

the path i left untreaded

the mask that i refused to wear

existance left unnoticed

desire in my bones so dry

and silence in the virtue

all so quiet - all so still

i can feel them watching

feel the seconds die

can hear them laughing from above

they wish me on my way