Cold, this fickle breath evades me,
Consuming life with this light that shines brightly over the distance
Yet is close enough to obtain.
My digits are frozen in this stagnant air, triumphing over all.

A cadence unravels me, unerving as it rattles through me.
I’ve grown impatient for the end,
Yearning for all these infinitely finite possibilities to come swiftly.

Is this the last? Oh, it has to be.
I’m twirling down the spiral,
Words reaching out to me, sung in honey suckle,
Betraying these forbidden halls.
In my mind, I’ve severed the chords.

Shut the door!
I don’t want to hear angels while feeding demons,
Hungry to cannibalize my interest.

Subsequent, airless,
I’ve whisped higher into a void where time evades, an unseen abyss.
Breathless in this embrace,
I can’t stop the cooling of death’s kiss. Amongst yourselves, discuss ghosts in your abbey,
I’m not haunting here.