Standing in this empty house
likewise the light emptied out.
There’s need know what about
empties from our own mouth.
Very old is the toll take control
of that which doesn’t console.
The only tune need be known
is the one you can try condone.
Soon is this soothing sated seat.
Move does this earth under feet.
I can try tapping away my meek
feet down upon the cold street.
My virtues call and divide mine
own design I find in my due time.
People say be what they want to.
I want my virtue and I want you.
Far deep into my carnage is pain;
it’s you who keeps me sane.