This ephemeral uterine haven was
The cradle of the orphans of decadence
The free will of your meanings
My volition unvails the night
I'm bound to be rephrased
Consumed by the hourglass
I've sheltered you from the dark
In the bitter days of yore
I spun you gold in borrowed truths you can't confess
I etched miscible feelings in the absence and regret
Anathematized legacy of skepticism and slumber
Luminous strides through the memory of their anguish
Reuniting the flesh with my Golden dusty bones
A father, a failure, a ghost of a son
Where all that wishes starve
I plunge thee into the intrinsic fire