Beneath a reflective, punctured full-moon sky,
from darkness and feasting on doubt;
Ranging amid ruins through silenced cities of soul,
Where days of rain end the
Mercilessly preying on reformed meekness, with
dreams of infamous youth.
Subjected to the sacrifice of sanity, on
Fruitless expeditions to the other side of truth.
Stolen glances from parapets of motionless hope,
winds carry whispers beyond realisation -
Drifting into infinity and lost
To an effortless melancholy of abandoned
Even the vice of remembrance is beginning to fade;
wrong turn on a well-trodden path.
Resigned to wander this maze of desolation,
A protracted engagement with eternity's