A bittersweet silence
Enshrouds these endless nights
Set free
From the heartless bustle of men

Until their ghostly words
Recover in streams
In an aimless haze
Sent plundering the mind

To pull away
Is all for naught
For the butchering looms
In silent mass

To disengage
Is a feeble aim
For their seas grow full
And consume
All there is to be known