Death in Mirror

I am a down grade of who you are, less of a being. A waste of a dead man, just bones and ashes, covered with paper skin...hollow beneath, I cannot resist death, brush my dust, return to earth. What you love is a vacuum, I am your abyss. I have no reason to live, to be part of you, I cannot write a history on your thoughts, keep no memories of me.

I watch the stars explode, it dazzles my soul. It unfolds my frown, the smile. Writing dark words with a black ink, the colour code for the funeral, bring no flowers, just the wind to sweep me away. To a faraway land, away from you, let the distant be greater than the love. Watch me drown in asunder.

Watch me become a beast, feasting on nothing but ache caved deep in rocks. Wept many signs…clouds, rain…heavy pour, cannot control the adversity with flaws, shivering locks, clock, and dots. Tick of the clock that moves between the dots, inaccurate stops. So how do I begin again, when time cannot stop and be patient with my thoughts, to live or to die strong.