Sometimes, I wish they could see
Past my life,
Glassed in strife;
Guilty shadows, broken in light,
Guiltless bright, woken for night
That is always in Blight,
Is my plight,
Hidden from sight.

Reborn again,
Crawling the earth,
Forestalling my end,
Because She alone,
Knows my heart,
In this road,
My life,
I live anew.

Till death,
I recant lies,
The truth
Always hidden,
For my demise
Is bidden.
Women whose eyes
Glitter gold at night:
You are bold
But dimmer by day:
May this be my last
Ill breath.