Remember the times,
That only time may yet assure
Their loss

And months,
About to pass and grow
Upon their bones;

Gore spits,
From curses of that day
I met your lines

And stopped in time,
To haunt me while I sleep;
Slept all this line,

The bones of all those lies,
Seem fit to run their course
And die
............................
Yet die in all those timeless nights
They won't.