The Wake

Tragedy has spoken
The wolves all gather around
With sharpen teeth and a guilty yellow stare
They wish me on my way

So cold inside this shell
Give me to the earth

The dreams that i deserted
The passion i would not release
The path i left untreaded
The mask that i refused to wear
Existance left unnoticed
Desire in my bones so dry
And silence in the virtue
All so quiet - all so still

I can feel them watching
Feel the seconds die
Can hear them laughing from above
They wish me on my way