Realizations from the Grave

I’ve never touched death but his vigilance exposes-
Beckoning from sterile, strange,
Expectant poses-
Stored in cryogenic vessels, his chants locked and forgone

The man who extinguished the exaltation of dawn

Dismissed, deemed “misplaced” admiration
He ignites my murderous temptation

Ecstasy, a fragile myth, buried on his behalf
“Discontentment” “Discernment”: my imposing epitaph-

Awaiting, awaiting, awaiting
(Escaping, Escaping, escaping)

Misery, trapped in gas
Shatters my depleting hourglass