A conscious corpse gently thuds as is sustains with but a few precious sips of air to delay it's deteriorating state.
Which words proved too fatal? Those too often written by loved ones across already cold and clammy skin? Where a sick smile did mar deaths boastful grin.
Or? Were black words penned bleeding red why it seems so eternally condemned to dance 'round with darkness in the festering ground to surrender its sanity in an unmarked grave
No! What proved too fatal, too deep we're those words etched into bone that were completely it's own. It's own plague of pestilence that seeped from self-carved scars that mutilated more than flesh
But, Why did you only bare witness to a souls lonely demise observing the light leave through it's slowly emptying eyes
So now I ask you! Was it not your lifeless embrace that did erase a once quickened flame that suffocated in sorrow.
Are you not to blame? for the blood red stain soaked into that cold clammy skin.
Do you not feel remorse that HIS condemned soul now sleeps on your calloused heart without end...
and while you bare the weight of HIS peace isn't it you that now becomes the conscious corpse breathing in only shallow sips of precious air, looking on with newly empty eyes for the warm embrace you yourseld did deny.