I taste the ashes of your memory upon my tongue,
A gift from the past,unwanted yet needed.
Time pulls me ever forward, but the whispers
Of the past drive their nails down my back.
I am a patchwork quilt, stitched together from
The threads I have greedily held within;
Bits of dreams, hopeful thoughts, wants and needs.
I am King of a castle surrounded by nothingness.
No one walks my hallowed grounds, there are no walls
to keep out the darkness.
I am Master of the void, a chasm without a bottom,
The unceasing fall.
And I am content.