Dismal grin onto still born lust

like a whisper in a thousand other's rut

slow and underestimated, dismissed touch

the ferocious disgust pilfers the frail one's blood.



I miss this seditious revelation of your suns

the fierce intimation, the abandonment for once

But silence girds what regret should smother

for in the end there lies no end in my hands or any other's.



I wish I felt torment

for knowing casts a shade on suns

expired for all moments

a comfort that itself outdoes



Whatever Nothing I feel with no utterance it reigns,

whatever torment prevails, expires me.



Dismal grin to still-born lust like a whisper in a thousand other's rut

slow and underestimated, dismissed touch

the ferocious disgust pilfers the frail one's blood.



I wish I felt torment

for knowing casts a shade on suns

expired for all moments

a comfort that itself outdoes