Cease your noise polluting
Convoluting
The details
When every utterance
Is substance-less
And tries
To no avails

Could ever forge the weapons
Wielded
Still reveal
That which I’ve shielded
Of the fates in which
I’ve sealed
My noble cause
As yet unyielded

Not in fear
Of fairer maidens
Or more stoic
Obelisks
For with it here
My pen in hand
I ferry all across
The Styx

I am the earth
On which it sits
The puzzle piece
That never fits
The ticks of madness
Of the clock
I am the nothing boy despondent
Watch me crash upon the rock

Then drop my remnants
To abysses
Like a pendant
Slips from hand
And as my memory
Like fish food
Scatters out
About the sand

Abandon not the dream
Of waking
After life
Is after thought
And after sought for
Nevermore  
Shall be
The rest for which it’s wrought