My voice falls away
Wavering, daily
To a shameful
Muttering demise

As my eyes reap fear
And stray
To retain my faults
For they’re better off
Coiled and unknown

I trail away
Free and in silence
Weathering myself
And the villains I’ve sown

So skillfully I evade
The ensnaring words of saints
The concern of flesh and blood
For I’m better off
In the misty slums of myself