Dark and cold and so alone,
What remains is ash and bone.
Hollow, broken, drowned in tears,
Ache grows stronger through the years.
Flesh decaying underground.
Candles dance atop a shrine.
Cracked lips move but make no sound,
Eyes bloodshot and void of shine.
Body rigid and motionless,
What once brought joy is meaningless.
Smile stitched with dull needle and thread,
White walls and sheets keep seeping red.
Rib cage filled with thund'rous rumble,
Heart of stone, throat of glass,
Burn of booze; stagger and stumble,
Will this torture ever pass?
Falling, falling, but never land,
Reaching out with trembling hand.
Raven circling overhead,
Scream for the messenger, for the dead.
