I am but a monster.

In this mist unveiling,
Through the hole in momentous feeling,
I am but a monster.
And time is my grave and my ceiling,
There is nothing the past can save,
There's so little the heart finds appealing.
And yet closer to candles I fade,
And last boat is already leaving.
In the sea of infinite feeling,
I am but a drowner,
And nothing is saved.
In this mist faunt and unveiling,
I confess,
My mind has misbehaved...