The lights are on at home
But a vagrant is digging through the silence
Leaving watchful friends, none the wiser

An evil is troubling the stillness
Gathering
The few scattered scraps of triumph I’ve earned

Ever since my silent withdrawal
Unaware, of the ghoulish crusade

The lights beam on forever
Since I’ve tumbled down the stairs
Indisposed,with no shells in my gun

And now I am hollow
In the gushing red tides of my deepest regret
As a villain, so carefully, shovels and heaves