Inside the Seconds of Infinity

Sleep is forgotten
As I sit on the throne
Of cold passion
Fate is slain
As my gaze follows trails
Of sated torture
Eyes never dry
As callous tears refuse
To fall as if shy
A soul killed twice
As purity of the unknown
Tempts to bless
If memory lived in the
Patches of life sewn
Simply forgotten
Maybe then
The murdered could be
Reborn