Indistinct

It's musty, it's dark

A candle burns unaided, spreading a false glow

He stares impassively at the shadows

Only time around him grows

He's lost the grip of his callused hands

For he no longer has anything to hold

He downs another sequin of the fairy

Another story lost, untold

All life that is left, is held in his fruitless breath

He's lost all sagacity and heed

No better uniformity than love and death

Not even compliance to bleed

No covet to be freed from his life of desolation

For only an empty world would await

No use to question his life of ruins

He's only a man, indistinct and obsolete