Ever since you left, you’ve been gone; And, as simple of an idea as that is, I Cannot grasp the concept. In fear, I Readied a trek; set all of my scared
Ablaze, in the hopes that, should I lose Myself, I’ll have a beacon to return by. But don’t set your ship’s course by it; It’s unreliable. It was far too large of a
Commitment to make; I’m afraid that it’s only an effigy that burns in my pyre; And the ghosts guard its flames. I carry My terror, so that it won’t have to
Carry me. Together, we’re naught but four Eyes waking in the darkness. One pair Looking ahead, the other gazing back. Only… I’m not clear on which is which.













