can you not escape the face that glowing haunted stare take the way that s caked with filth a far less travelled path veils of bygone grief and death to deflect the gaze the sickening sight there is no manner learned from any teacher from any source from any know it all from any keeper from any mouth from anyone you know vials of promised sun sapped of life when splendor brims a thimble thirst to the point of madness to each his own demise when the oldest soul pushes through your flesh and paints your lids white submit to more than just the lure of the hands that held you tight so stop everything an bring on nothing content to sleep in filth or feathers a shiftless shapeless mass what started out like any other was twisted into this part of the living part of the dying though blood soaks through your soles and gusts lash your skin continue on your way to a place called home