tragedy has spoken
the wolves all gather round
with sharpen teeth and a guilty yellow stare
they wish me on my way
so cold inside
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 refuse to wear
existance left unnoted
desire my bones so dry
and silence in the virtue
all so quiet - all so still
i can feel them watching
feel the seconds die
i can hear them laughing from above
they wish me on my way
