Long Night of Solace

Radial fuscilade,
in refuge disarmed,
numb litany's nape
should you depart.
Such cadent malaise,
please, reclaim the jagged plains where selves spar.
Tolerance, rather, acquiescence,
Equilibrium, not solicited.
Vestigial becomes my agency,
To suffer, suffer aimlessly.
Dear solace,
I'm sorry.
In trials of soundness,
I'm unworthy. Unworthy.
Dear solace,
I'm sorry.
In trials of soundness,
I'm unworthy.
Unworthy. Unworthy
Dear solace,
I'm sorry.
In trials of soundness,
I'm unworthy. Unworthy.