These Fevered Days

Lava spat back for miles

Soil for my impermeable tomb

Urged to stray from the aisle

To erase me from this womb

But afar, lo, its crawling might

Crowns ignite green by light

Roots harbor life nor sound

Sunlight had never troubled the ground

Jukai, the sea is deep

My reasons for the woods to keep

I dive in, troubled with doubt

My vow is not to be found

As night falls, a flight of all hope

No longer designed to survive

The egress, dead or alive

Is by means of the rope

Won't you drag

These fevered days

Unto the sea

And let them bleed

Under the trees

These severed ways

Will leave their trail

Not to be found

In time

Elysium is as far as to

The very nearest room

If in that room a friend await

Felicity or doom

What fortitude the soul contains

That it can so endure

The accent of a coming foot

The opening of a door

Doom is the house without the door

Tis entered from the sun

And then the ladder's thrown away

Because escape is done

Three times dawn to dark

The forest seeps in my skin

The drought left its mark

My life is wearing thin

I contrive peers on my way

The letter, the rope, the bones

Descried nothing which atones

I saw dim light but no new day

Filled with thirst and hunger

I sink into endless slumber

No knowledge of what lies ahead

My narrative is left behind

A life swayed by regret

Lines from a tortured mind

For none will come to mourn

A rose with only its thorn