Slow Death

Shadows dance across my heart,
or at least the shards which remain;
rattling like glass within my sunken chest,
silently announcing the tormented pain.

Fading light through restricted suffering,
dripping toxic poison through my spirit;
bleeding out upon the alter of offering,
flesh filled death, I shall not fear it.

Bury me in the Empty Garden I own,
and leave me alone with a black rose;
allow the earth to crush my bone,
and cast my dust as the wind blows.

My memory darkens all which it touches,
never really alive, remember me not; 
no more tears, no more feeling gushes,
as utterly alone, I lay here and rot. 

~greyeyesgabriel 2011