Needles
In golden light I seek my path
through simple woods and shards of glass,
With sighs and sleep I seek to end
the dreary cruelty which now descends.

From veils of pleasure bursts piercing pain,
so lost in wisdom that bears no name;
Wild secrets shimmer beneath cold stars,
not even dreams shall lend a heart.

Whilst in a state of desperate woe,
now in the rain with tears that flow,
no light will shine, no soul will sing;
around the deaths of everything.

And walking breathes a warmth, a plea,
letting the needles swallow me
in aching silence, veins that burn
I listen, alone, to the fate I've earned.