To Ruins
A Poetic Crumbling
Death spreads Across my body, wilting As I wait for you, unwilling To write our obituary
Slip inside, feel me Barren and crumbling I have fallen to ruin This shrine neglected I must sweep up the rubble And carefully rebuild my temple
I dance away my sorrow Under the moonlight Of our yesteryears Only hearing the silence Quiet of our sheets Secrets in the soft light Slivers in my soul I am ruined






