shall I let you reshape me
pour the purest water upon me
peeling off the dying skin
as the worms feast on the remains
then you can mold me into the rich
textures of your deluded fantasies
and let loose your desires to curse me
hoping your hallow life will be free
yet this panoramic view of your creation
is all for naught, you forgot to give it life
you forgot to give it the colors of your love
you only gave it wisdom of who you are
as it watches the smoldering embers of you
fade away