Daybreak and a Candle End

Bask within our sedentary sins

Twich beneath the pricks and jabs of conscience

Enter me and the sun

A rusted shard to draw the blood

The Muse, a whore at work again

Fade the slightest sight, pine-needles dampen

A broken blade, a stolen face,

The epitaph - "Believe in Shame."

Well I've been dead before

- Back before I was born

Then entered Light, surcease of Nothing

But merely given time

One lowly blip of life

Spinning to the void again

From the start know we are lost

A splintered two, the both of us

Helpless to believe in nothing