The Shrouded Lady

Perplexing Positions.
Procreating Passivity,
And the will to Nowhere.

Falling further.
Fast and freely.
Furiously festering.
Mired in indecision.

The shrouded lady winked at me
And I knew it was all over.

We are born to die and kill
In the name of life eternal.
But when the clock ticks silence,
and counts off a standstill,
Eternity is reduced to a heartbeat,
And one tick takes ten thousand years.