Devoid of all that raptures me

I wallow in complacency

and marvel at the fallacy

that I could start anew

With every lie accounted for

and fresh deception yet in store

relief is all I want and more

and eons overdue

On this, an eve of starless night,

I fear the wrong I’ve done is right

eclipsing every hope of light

and grace that I once knew

‘Til every prayer and dream I’ve known

each drop of blood – each chip of bone

is ground beneath a miller’s stone

a destiny of blue