Beneath my skin composed in shackles of death
Rot quickens the final sequence of life.
The love we held, lost its final kiss upon my dying breath
With every twist of fates rusty knife.
Of my final conscious thoughts, the flame,
Atop the golden stick of life,
Smoldered the glory days of what we could have been.
Oh So! In truth it twas only a bitter wonted romance of trife.
Where maggots crawl in my lifeless corpse- now,
The cold caress of the casket suppresses me from you.
From the tree roots of stable boughs,
To green grassy knolls,
The crumbled dirt you clinch and sow
Will be the final gift OF me to you.
Between life and death,
Your love lurks over the edge of time,
To the dark depths of my untimed demise.
Divergent from the buoyant dreams of temporal nights
The defiant cycle of earth’s seasons
Bid no recant
To past moments you may regret.
Love was lost
And fate was found-death.
Decayed in the skin, sowed under ancient earth,
Of the warm body you once caressed.
Forever gone, the moments of young, unsought love
You still hold within your beautiful mind.
Forever lost, the life you once held.
Love forever lost, the feelings you will never find.
