Dried phalanges point at me,
Creaking with blame.
Skeletal In a dirt sea,
Coating me with shame.

There's cobwebs in your rib cage,
Where warmth used to show.
Inside there's a tattered page,
Where your heart used to go.

You still feel love,
And your wounds still hurt.
Out of your coffin you shoved,
Wearing your wreath for mirth.

I love you now,
Like I loved you then.
With pearly brow,
Chest cavity full of wind.

Your jaw creaks
With a voiceless tune.
An epitaph you speak,
Stories of doom.

You're thin frame
Twirls in a dance.
Sockets a'lit with pale flame,
Knee caps groaning In stance.

But why are your bones exposed,
Prancing across the room?
Are You possessed by a ghost,
Growing tired of your tomb?

Lie back on your vertebrae,  
Your skull needs a rest.
I think your Mind is strange,
It takes time to pass the test.

As you grind yourself to dust,
I still attempt to atone.
As I betrayed your trust,
I feel cold; alone.

Carpe Diem