In his piercing black stare

Cold and quiet

My own sacred fires

Die in vain

In a bitter storm of vice

~

He buries

All his empty nights of crawling

In the heart of his envy

Among the old bones of kin  

~

Still he teams with life  

Somewhere underneath

Awaiting

A hero’s swift plunge through the depths

~

To the fading pulse

Of his forgotten beloved

Encircled by time

And crushed by silence