The look in his eye
What it causes
A grim reply for now
A conscious question
A dimension
I can remember
The timbre change alone
On the cornerplex of sound
In the absence of my tone
Faceless unknown
To the others
Dark horoscope writes
A cryptic creature
Hiding
Beneath the surface
Spikes saturated noise
An exaggerated void
And a name without a voice
Only haunts me