It has held me
For the bulk of my years
In the cold grey shades of realization

The bold revelation
Bitter and brash
A death-harboring morsel
I savored so young

I live slow and solemn
Derailed
In the care of rust

I live enshroud
And beaten
By silence

I live in dispassion
In circling remorse
For every foolish deed
I have left undone