tragedy has spoken
the wolves all gather around
with sharpen teeth and a guilty yellow stare

they wish me on my way

so cold inside this shell

give me to the earth

the dreams that I deserted

the passion I would not release
the path I left untreaded
the mask that I refused to wear

existance left unnoticed
desire in my bones so dry
and silence in the virtue

all so quiet - all so still

I can feel them watching

feel the seconds die
can hear them laughing from above
they wish me on my way