Weariness that is not weary.
Determination raging no-where reflected.
Peace swelling the breaths of longing.
Laceration piercing through the veil of masking
in the sarcophagus of my own confinement.
Amidst the nails of sacrificing, rust carves flowers everlasting.
A solemn vow – simmering blood intoning the death of falling.
A simple reminder – a void of eyes in the white darkness.
The Nocturnal Versifier 