I wish to say
That this was not
What passes in the blink of an eye
Lingers in these souls of ours
(Did you really care that time?)

Upon a rising spire
Dreams of what could have been reach an end
Turns and taints and tumbles
Across the night lights that won't tell
That there weeps a child
Inside this shell
Of a crumbling, loathsome man
Who only wants the embrace of shades
Let the winds bring you somewhere else
As you take one more step forward and
For the last time, hear the bells