To be there in that water,

beneath that string of stars,

with a moon so clear

it claims the souls

 

To rest there floating,

with flesh that’s dry, that’s dirty

as insects sing about you,

as serpents swim below

 

To be alone, yet feel surrounded,

to bear its cold, to shiver madly

That relentless hunger

that starves for more

 

To know that closure,

to never have it,

in that lake so black,

on a night so old