Under Mortuary Bedding.

Awaiting...simply waiting.

Lying impatiently, waiting for the sky to fall into blackness.
Matching the figureless shadow I so wish would overtake my life.
Just a drop, a single sliver...
Instead, it bleakly follows behind.

For whom does my suffering toil?

My pillow knows the names of a thousand tears, houses a veil of pain thicker than my own blood...
My scars flow deeper than a leper's desire, my flesh tender with the blade of no reply.
Silence knows no meaning to me, only the house where i fashion the will to scream, the foundation where my legs quake beneath the pain.

Who beckons the vultures that chip at my soul?

Piece by piece, I waft away from life's stage...
Little by little, I am broken, I am torn.
A bottomless pit of nothingness shades the frame of my heart, where I long to fall, forever and forevermore.

A glance into my darkening drapes,
Envisioning the calling brought forward before my feet...
It is here that I long for daylight to die,
To quench a death greater than this mortuary bed...eternally.
For now, I repress the thought...

Awaiting...simply awaiting.