Nothing triumphs from within
For I am wrecked
Expendable and numb

I dwell
In the heart of infatuation
Teary-eyed and armed
With frail and futile hopes

And I do not thrive
Only half-step
Through the smoldering ruin
Among the scattered victims of time

I overflow
With opiate reveries
As nights drift away
For the thrill
Of grander skies