Guilty Conscience

"Cold as dust til the burning dawn, I stare into the pale shattered glass. Old, wrinkled; All I see turns to dust and pale ash in the moonlight. The sun doesn't matter anymore. A former shadow of itself as it sinks into the ground. Cold and relentless is the night. I stay awake wondering why I ever knew, why I might be here. And then I realize that there must be something that turns to dust. I wait for the one who is to come, but he never shows. Why must I be the judge of things to come? Am I worth more than a grain of sand in the wind? I guess the sun does speak after all, and his name is death, and thou art with him"