Poor creature
Exhausted by the thrill of meaning
Every day inhales with a soar pant
So slogging on, desires run unabated
Frustrations on the heels of every want
Sweltering heat in puny silence
Burn the remnants of time
A dim memory of coldness
Is all what's left behind
Hallways of the damned
Now see my footfall
No exit, is the epithet on these walls
You will be my coffin
Dear pestilence
Your power
Your poisonous essence
Sweet venom
Gnawing fluid
You,
Who sent me to life, to death
Sweltering heat in puny silence
Burn the remnants of time
A silence remaining forlorn
Waiting for what doom to come
I stir
In complete
Cold (indifference)
Poor creature
Exhausted by the thrill of meaning
Every day inhales with a soar pant
The fishhooks in my flesh
Will not be sated
Making me a puppet idiot savant
Sweltering heat in puny silence
Burn the remnants of time
A dim memory of coldness
Is all what's left behind
