Battered joy is salvaged
Cradled lovingly
In these cold awaiting arms

It sustains me
On these winding roads
Lit, by its faint and fading glow

I trail unassuming
As a silent ghoul
Below downcast and scouring eyes

I sing of triumph
In short bursts
With each shallow breath I clasp

Too soon
My content
Is plucked away from my sleeping form

All too soon
Depravity arcs
Hailing down in shards
To breed
Its murderous refrain