Solitary Spirit

Time moves slowly
in this pit so lonely

My shadow
craves the poison beam
currently incinerating me

I turn off the lights
in a desperate attempt
to kill the spectre

but

the relentless silhouette
keeps feasting on me

No one remains
to share my agony

For I am the last
rabble rousing rebel
of a cause
we knew was
a practical impossibility 

Left to die in this hole
by the forces of conformity

To be buried
along with my
discredited friends

in the unmarked grave
of crushed dream history