Today’s introversion
Of mental conversion
Is a dark demonstration
Because I see them
Drilling conversation

They aren’t here.
We burn candles
Because the lights are out
We disappear

Deep down
You asked
Who we are?
You run to us.
You know where to go
And how far

You cut our wrists
You push us off our throne.

Adorned with sorrow
You know who we are
For us …
There is no tomorrow.