- s h i f t l e s s

your flaccid interest

     burns my heart

our transient nature

     rips us apart

the shambling sunset,

     once lovely and bright

now languidly weeps its last

     rays at the night

'ere, come now the vultures

'ere, come now the crows

     to free what remains

          as the agony grows

if its true

     that a wish

can be got

     from a star

but one wish would I ask:

     to be near where you are

my insides are burning

as Time's wheels stop turning

I'm only a man

     and

             I

                die