to mina-

It never soundly dies, grows as a wounded limb
Thudding deafly quiet on a ravine's lonely rim
Deny the pain to age, Maturity does not heal
The tumor echoes soften, despite what you feel
No questions to you, who walks with heavy eyes
That walks aimlessly, numb to the steady rise
Life shows little mercy to stars not owned by Fate
Sorrow's friend is Silence and will never birth Sedate.