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 Existence 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 --- The Wake - Cemetary