Has there ever been trust between those on the precipice Who steady themselves on the fortune of others? All of them secretly yearning to tempt instability And neglect Or abandon The foothold beneath them Staring ever Into that chasm Drawing nearer That beckoning closure Every head will hang Erring and doubtful With a clawing remorse Burrowing achingly toward the dim heart Of our guilt We're responsible for the world we belong to All pity withheld We are answerable for the dusk we have walked through And our quiet contempt; hardly permissible Do not let their darkness become yours Conceive in your heart dissolution; Its weight will diminish Your shining eyes piercing the absolute black lain before you Those shadows will howl desperation