Casket Junkie

My crypt, my palace,
the house of death,
is empty now. I've
traveled along this
path of pain for
far too long, and
now my crypt
holds only my
past. Dawn
arrives with a
sense of gusto.
Sunshine beyond
the horizon. I
look down at my
feet and gaze at
your tombstone.
It says "lost and
confused." I nod
my head in silent
affirmation. 'Tis
true, I'm a slave
to thoughts, but
no longer am I
a casket junkie.