A pulse

Dark is the pall that overhangs my liberation

like an ebony cloud of fiery seas,

When you look you only see a fragment

For the ghost is only a part of me,

As the drum beats to call to arms

At arm's length I steal away,

Watching the drama from a distance

From shadowy lands of blinding haze,

In this hollow place of mass inertia

I martyr my only life away,

Sentenced to die without remission

With only a change of scenery,

But despite this madness, a song is hidden

In the heartbeat of nature miles away,

Amidst silence and loneliness you can almost hear it

The feelings unsaid that find a way