Empathy

I enter the stellar threshold with twilight smouldering my 
eyes.
For a thousand years I've strolled these inter- 
planetariums life-beating wraths.
Trampled by the witches-hammer a process of slow decay 
started.
The blood in my veins has started to moulder.

As I go on in this netherworld, I'm bound to search for my 
soul- companion.
The wings of the angels spread and the eye of the oracle 
bathes in an indescribable natal verve.

But as the earth quivers and slowly crumbles into an 
everlasting serenade of fiery deities, will we try to save 
us?
For which divine signals shall our love be forced to 
achieve?
Even now this misery of sweltering waves devours our last 
sparkle of aspiration.

The unappealing taste of empathy