this window

lonely vigil for the dawn
knowing life goes on
using memories
stolen from yesterdays
playing madly
with fire demanding
gods spinning earth
succumb from inching
ever further
into the emptiness
where we are
the filling
up of everythings
desires bringing
nothing its end
dreamers of
eternal slumbering
awaken angry
and the curtain veils
blow past us
glass cracking
gongs shattering
space shivering
naked soulshifters
dread few believers
icons swinging
hairless ashen skulls
wailing for lost chances
where memories feast
on one last bite
for the long ride home
one door for the living
one door for the dead
one window for the soul