I

This world empty and bare
by superficial green life
I stand as a vessel of nothing
only to trot and dance
Sing the solemn song
and be grateful to earn my own
life back

Might we greet death with
anticipation of
welcomed open arms
of self callous action

Or might I walk
willingly
into Styx
and earn my voice
to yell for relief

II

It’s cold. It’s always
cold and dark.
Of us left
we trudge through, forward
I amongst others of
myself

Hollow men, biding breath
moving forward in unison
rhythm of March
yet no fight, but
an urge to suffer

III

Cut our eyes
and let us blister
let us blister
cut our eyes to
let us know
this darkness is no longer
our choice

IV

It’s a forgiving dream
that tempts us all
but to bite
is to regret

V

Kill me, so I might remember
Kill me, so I might remember
Kill me, so I might remember
In darkness, there is light