Deserted again.
You speak to me through the shadows
Walking in closed rooms,
Using cold words.
Captured by the night.
The yearning escapes from my embrace.
Strange silhouettes whisper your thoughts,
Scream your sadness.
And they all turn away,
Unable to face,
More of this death.
Credence in my word.
Written in dust.
Tainted by memories.
I confess my hope.
Recognize my lonliness.
Your laughter weeps the truth.
Push me into corners.
Confirming the epitaph
Of my soul
And displaying
The once unknown
Karma

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Arios, in the year 65 MA.