Skittering ghosts Expressionist lines Down darker and deeper Find where it lies Sinking solemnity Inking this against my skin Making light of this Fatigue permanently setting in I till the soil of this garden I burn the fire in the pit I light the torches by the river I plant my seeds and wait Vaults that never see the sun Reaching with nowhere to go Sundered but still swallowed up Flavorless and malnutritional How I long to meet the tall grass If I only had the gold set asid