All dried up, an urge to laugh, but tears bother the smile on your face

Dead bands clenched, a slave to your prayers and fooling yourself

Motionless

The light slides down your trunk

The night, a cold freeze

Day, a warm beam

A cry in the everlasting space

The bells of the hearse, the last scraps of a dream

Pain, the once bloodshot body now screams anaemic

The crackling sounds like the dark age

Of reason in your ears... your deathwish