Dagger Before Me - No One Knows What The Dead Think

The ghost returns to the corpse

Eyes shudder with saccadic tremors

A dagger before me

The stigmata does not show

Contrails fall to target

Embers of debris throw shadow

A dagger before me

Reflected at itself

The music stops

Memories end

The last nots ring out

One dead step past

Cinder tinged wreckage

In re-entry comes apart

A pattern of falling stars

Collapsing dead aeons