Where lies hides truth in treason,
sleepless is to succumb to daemons,
dreams a cove of reason- to know a proof of dreaming,
to sow is birth of healing
yet no sun needed for the headless kneeling,
grievance knows his feelings.
vacant tomb and he owns its meaning
so lackluster and with no lust for act,
he bars clutching madness, like sickness within old scars
and to tremble, he doth with fear constantly,
is to see naught the end rather the continuity stretched before.