Painted Glass

Fate will turn my bones to ash
My blood to ice that will shatter the veins
My flesh to a storage compartment
For the broken faith that tore me apart in the first place.

I will be nothing; I will be everything.

I will be abstract--
A fine piece of artwork,
Painted glass crashing.

I will be the beautiful destruction
Of a soul that long since lost its light

And tomorrow you won't remember me.