It has been a year
Since I’d last come by
And now I’m kneeling here,
Telling you unmindful lies.
As my knees seep into the soil,
Damp with morning dew,
I am finally one with the dead,
Unfeeling of anything true.
Life is nothing but
Claws that reach
To sink into my skin.
I am tired of living
With the burden that is me.
Strange, how I wish to never wake.
To be at last
Free.
Your grave has been waiting,
Waiting for me.
Of all the spots in the clearing,
This one still remains free.
Darling, I am tired of walking aimlessly
Along the stoned roads
Which call for me,
Like wretched souls in misery.
It is futile to resist.
I continue to fall.
Now let me rest,
By your side, because I am done
With Life’s tests that I bemoan.
In Death, I can confide.
Here I am not alone.
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