Crawler crawler turned no corner

Like a cancer I walk this earth.
Pigmented stain upon existence.
Just the last flower to realise it's death,
changing colour to the inky black pool within.
A heart may beat and yet never bleed.
A breath may fall so short of life.
A freedom that can heat the grave that
welcomes me in slow embrace.

A shadow still without the flare,
without these clothes just ash burned fair.
I remember when a sky still sang,
when life was softness, a hug still mine.
There's no freedom to be found.
No place 'cept 'neath the ground.
Or scattered loosely, blown to find,
that he who looks to self when blind,
can never see the good man friend,
just the terror and the end.