Waiting

 

Fallen under too close six feet
Where lone heart sings a spell to sleep
Eternal is the night, unmoving black,
A choking gray, the color of a hole.
So this is the Void!  Where Time ticks insane
In a lost-voice echo of a lost-love's plaint
I bleed without wound, sing dirge without Soul.
I can silence all tongues who'd call me back
From the ash-mouth hole where I waiting, keep
My beating heart in a box, for I am done now, uncomplete.

-End