Doomed to stirring nightfall
My conscience blossoms
Heartache and fury

The ghoulish regret
Drones on and on in rest
Ravaging the slumber
That quakes and boils

Where was remorse
When I carved a startling trail
Through the scorn of bush
And the refrain of “turn back!”

When I catered to a young whim
Roaming unsure
Pressed onward with a tattered heart
And a wicked wisp
Careless and cold

I am banished to the lowly depths
And coveted by ceaseless night
Where the waves loom overhead
And the shadows rock menacingly below

Soothing reveries are cold and still
Pinned by the immense weight of billowing death