No one could deem this an end nYet there is no grave for you to tend nThe feathers fell to dark intrigue nA tell-tale praise - a solemn need nnReconciled with torment fraught nSwallowed down the throat of nought nYour hands lay bleeding with regret nThe night when angels sorely wept nnThe manic sea of smothered cries nRan in his blood, poured in his eyes nYet the unrest would pine away nIn solitude where death holds sway nnSo this is how credence declines nAll words come down and laughter pines nA vagrant god released from debt nDiscouraged yet - who will forget? nnTheir failing stare - despondency nThe nature of his entity nThe heartfelt warmth of which they sought nTo brace comfort, he shelters not nnBlack rivers dug into the earth nBearing out the human worth nHe owns no awe, no love to crave nOnly his death would have them saved