floating fragments of dust
still drops of silence for your lips,
the utmost brink - my hacked lust,
as they drawl the path of our trips.

hidden by a sharp - silked fate
my fading Moon carves her name
forcing the night to cross the gate
in this eternal - spherical - game.

now - focus on the sudden epiphany
lost in darkness I wonder alone
strung up by the insecurity
that brings being - flesh and bone

chained to a broken trust -
will my reign ever last?