Eating the flesh of my despair,
my eyes are watching the diamond lit stars
As they explode into dreams of your escape.
Yellow lights mark your departure as you rush away,
Away from the acrid dust that chokes you.
You escape to the ether, to distant galaxies,
Far enough not to hear
The wind call you back to the dark, lurid terra.
Barely a whisper you give to announce your disappearance
Into the black plain of that other life.
Left are the ashes and hollow screams
Of the souls lost in the white-hot death of your liberation.