found poetic fragment

In his eyes you could see
He was lost in the night,
You could see that he'd been
At the end of all things,
And when a man goes
To that edge of the night,
He must leave behind
A part of himself
That he never knew he had.

So all that is left for him
Is to dwell forever,
A shade among shades
In the whispering night,
To wander without reason
Through that blackened library
Of all endings, justified by no means,
No eyes to weep, no voice to scream
To the unhearing starless skies,
The dead night of dead worlds.



found in a box of old sketches I was giong through last night