A trace signal
Stirs me in my grave
Is it thirst or is it the night air

And then

The dewdrops
Of a chill morning
Are lenses into the sun

Staring with manifold
Eyes widening like a feline
Predator

Through the retina
Of a distant green star
Like a dragon with a googleplex
Smoldering eyes

Many
eyes
eyes
eyes
eyes
eyes
eyes
eyes

I cannot hear the children's laughter
I cannot see the angels' faces
Only the bleak duldrum
Of this excuse for rest

I have shed more than blood
In the battles my craven heart braves
I would still rather kill than die
But who wouldn't

I'm dying inside
Each day drags me deeper into despair
Wishing ill for all the human meat
Hatred is my only release
To compensate for pain
Depression numbs me into sedation
And I am pleased with this seemingly final state