a voice spoke to me
from the cold side
of forever
in a sepulchral song
tickling my inner ear
waves of frigid
serenity in surrender
coalescing around
my lizard brain

i know not
whom calls from
beyond the veil
whispering torment
in the antithesis
of daylight
from beneath the
liquid metals
sloshing about
the heart of
these dying stars

pessimistic shards
of hopeful indignation
pierce the membrane
between life and death
a voice of ragged
fingernails
trailing across vacant
dreamshivers until
the last gasps
send hoarfrost shrapnel
lovelorn letters
wheezing in gasps
through clogged arteries
along the rotted heart