I Come

I Come

I come as the night comes

Softly stealing the light from

The corners of your mind

I fill your insides and find nothing there

But myself

At times

I come

I come as your breath comes

Pull me in and out

Take in me as I take in yourself

Need begets need begets self

At times

I come as the dust comes

A mystery over the shelf

That holds small pieces of small lives

Carefully hoarded

I come

I come as my rage comes 

Over me

Filling my insides and pushing you out

Light, breath, existence

Dust, shadow and doubt

I come in by myself and go out

The voices of my ancestors

Call to me

Come dance with us over the waves

Rise with us out of the flames

Consumers of flesh

There is no death

Only time

Like the corridors of my mind

Filled with the voices of my 

Heritage

Echoes in time

Waiting for me

Calling me 

To the halls of Valhalla.