Waiting

The sun crawls over a sky full of time
Flaying the day of the grey shadows
Scalps skinned from each pass to sit
Collecting in the dust of my own dread

But like the dusk annihilation cannot
Long be withheld, and whether by short
Or by struggle the thread will be cut and
However far it is will always be wanting

So with hands empty I watch this day die
Red light spilling like innocent blood
With knives carved of both morning and dusk
Their cost the bitten price of my own lingering