Daybreak arises, I wander to sleep
Fearful and frigid to those daily sheep
Guidance, unneeded, plays with their minds
Answers, unwanted, lives with their kind
Hateful and dreary, the light of new morn
Brightens the cheerful puppets, unborn
Omens and mythos give them false hope
Just something else to help them all cope…
Break away, I must, and to Hell I shall travel
But what is my reason? My silence unravelled
God is the death I presume on my own
A kind of self image I’ve never been shown
Cold steel to cold flesh, the blade digs in deep
Outside I now stagger, to let my life seep
Nightfall protects my frail, haunted chroma
As the pallor changes, along with my soma
Dark fire emerges, spreading with awe
It unfolds impetuously golden and raw
I fall to my knees and wonder the nescience
Of this quietus and its own incandescence
Ascending to the Earth, I transform into dust
My shell is inefficient, deadened with rust
The pale moon is setting, so quietly I rest
My black blood shines on with a dawn from the west