O' fleeting things of the past
None that time cannot outlast

Ecstatic, melancholic and tragic
A wish, tad too toxic

For it to have stayed what it was
Abay of cosmic laws

Swish of a wand magic
Satisfying the eternal neurotic

Rewiring of the Gears' forecast
At the behest of this iconoclast

Caught in the temporal jaws
Too many ignorant squaws

Locked in the Master's jigsaw

Clutching at a spectral straw

Inhale,
Exhale,

None hear the wail
Of each gasp, breath and puff
Telling their tale
Between every cough

Tremor,
Torpor,

Coke of a jaegar,
Trachea ablaze and bronchi charred
Between a quiver and a flicker
Another casualty, another scarred

A hand,
The end,

Burning embers
Between two charred fingers
I am the Igniter
Setting my lungs on fire

Let me combust,
For death is my only lust