In Fever

The voice has splintered to a rasp
 From broken words of waste
 It cast forth illusions
 Of a life without mistakes
 It told the worst tale ever told
 And spoke of better days
 The truth be told as I grow old
 A chronology of decay
 A piece of mind unhinged this time
 The doors I've left behind
 To lie and wait for an escape
 Before it is too late
 Wander alone through the hours
 And the neverending wait
 A shadow thrown across a face
 A warped forgotten haggard shape
 Cast on a heap of wounded birds
 Their wings hang broken like these words
 Broken shards of life scattered by the wind
 Between each myth is a sheltered place
 A place of no regret
 Sanctum refuge
 But you can only stay for so long
 Before you stay forever
 In fever, in death
 A piece of mind unhinged this time
 The truth be told as I grow old
 And still I wait though it's too late
 Wave the short-lived farewell
 Return to an unkempt shell
 And finally to show your face