Who is this neighbor that stalks my forest?
That feeds from my bones
As the bloated enraptured snake.
The silence has fallen.
Reverting to the necromancer of my sins,
While spewing dependent frailties
to bid a soul with guilt and torment.
This cross burns endlessly,
wasting moonlight in clouds of grey
burning between words and wars
while weeping life of thunder.
Only to replace it with the engorgement
of selfishness and pitiless glorification.
Can you hear the tears of this darkness?
They rattle the roost of this empty soul.