Dark ages

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