Spirits bound inside the earth,

             forever screaming without sound.

Forever calling out his name,

             forever lost, like the insane.

Still as stone, what once was fair,

             while another breathes his air,

wearing sunlight, I should wear,

             stealing warmth of my remains.

Only sickness, now sustains,

             every fleeting, empty hour,

grinding down to ashes gray,

             precious chance,  that slipped away.