The walls of this tomb breathe,
disturbing years of dusty memories
icing over my sunken corpse.
I’ve lain frozen in time
since you sealed me
in this eternal bed.
Darkness.
Oh, how I’d love for the light
to find its way pass the coffin lid.
Now and again,
I’ll run my fingers across the wood and wonder
how much longer shall I have to wait?
This death has no palate for passion.
Long since my heart had thudded beneath this dungy suit,
the heart of my emotions thunders within.
Death has no sight to behold;
darkness welcomes itself and dwells
within this hollow soul.
Death has no touch;
this leathery rag of insecurity wrapped around a corpse
linked together by a shatterable conviction.
Death has no voice;
oh, where is that song
resting eternally now?
Words that once gave this body life and serenity;
now fractured in pieces,
scattered amongst a repressed soul.
Life had a summer taste; death has a winter one.
In springtime I was born,
in fall I was on my autumn deathbed.
The walls
never echo in here;
I am alone
This is as much dark and sad as it is beautiful, dear Daniel!
Even after someone passed, memories of them will stay alive in somebody else’s heart!