The pages deteriorate
Long after myself
Every slaved over world of the past

Perhaps, on a bed of flames
Or beautifully with age
But it is, no concern of mine anymore

I’ve lingered too long and I’ve lost
The night grows heavy
As it swallows all the people and places
I’ve loved

Until, I am nothing more
Than a hollow expression
That lends a passive farewell
From the arms of an earthly prison