Consolatrix Has Left the Building

Strolling all alone
Across the ancient cemetary
I see several visitors are also gathered here
Having an idle, little saunter
On the old graveyard just like me
I keep a candle burning for myself so I won't feel all alone
We should have done so
But we never celebrated anything here at all
A leaden weariness creeps viscously like syrup down the hills
Felling everybody as it crawls upon the monuments
Only I escape it's power
For the moment seem immune
Yet, two elder ladies guard the right, the future tomb
Are scolding me
So filled with anger
Filled with envy and disdain
"The dead are furious with you, as you're wasting your precious time!"
Now there are faces in the carpet
There are people living in the walls
I hear the dead are calling
"Sadness lies in wait in the darkest hours right before dawn"
These moments, fleeting, as they are
They testify to us
They are the silent witnesses
Of a season about to pass
I cannot but admit carelessly ignoring life's finiteness
That I am filled fear and worry and so much shame because of this
When everything is in
It's only images of blood
It's hard to guess the future here in the short-sighted world
How should this simple handicap be lightly well ignored
Considering the dreadful blindness
With which I have been born?
We should have done so
But we never celebrated anything here at all
I hear the dead are calling
"Sadness lies in wait in the darkest hours right before dawn"