Speak Not to My Ashes
Dragons flame has burnt me
Down to my last breathe,
My Final threads of life flowing
Through what little there is
Left of this decaying form
That I once could have happily
Called a body;
Now it’s nothing more than a rotted shell and ghost!
All because every microt of dignity
And sacred bliss in Oblivion was
Torn from my spirit
And I destroyed everything
I used to hold so dear
And
Even now as Death sings her melancholy
Songs to me
I definitely pretend not
To hear
And as my last request
I do not
Scream,
But beg,…
“Speak not to my ashes…”
