daybreak and a candle end

bask within our sedentary sins, twich beneath the pricks and jabs of conscience, enter me and the sun, a rusted shard to draw the blood, the muse, a whore at work again, fade the slightest sight, pine-needles dampen, a broken blade, a stolen face, the epitaph - "believe in shame.", well i've been dead before, - back before i was born, then entered light, surcease of nothing, but merely given time, one lowly blip of life, spinning to the void again, from the start know we are lost, a splintered two, the both of us, helpless to believe in nothing