Just go, slowly regress across the room,
away from the brokenness of my heart.
The shattered pieces shall construct my tomb
all sense of myself has been torn apart.
It may have been too unstable a start,
but I clung to the hope that it could last
the taste it left was quite bitter and ****,
was slow to go and ended much too fast.
So here, lying within this rigid cage
flow heavy words that can’t be freely said
without risking my very mental health.
I try to turn the book of life’s last page
but too many regrets will fill my head
until the end, against Death shall I rage.