Cast in gloom by unstirred night,
Set in shade by hellish light,
The hours expend their restless plight
Upon my weary, arctic eyes.
And no soothing turns of fitful head
Can transgress to sleep within this bed,
For to shelter thin my heart's been led
By an angel with fluorescent eyes.
It is sleep for which my body pleads
But from taunting dreams I do recede
For fear and dread within them breed
Fear of vacant, careless eyes.
What once was filled with pleasantries
Cascades forthwith to miseries
And in each eye where once was love
Reside two empty sarcophagi
Phantoms parade their blustry gowns
And taunt me with their golden crowns
Memories mix with unlived lies
Behind their lucid, ghostly eyes
And when I find the rest I need
It greets me like an evil weed
It passes by and leaves its seed
Of tortured, lurid, silent eyes.