death be not proud

So
maybe it's like that dirt that's dried out
beyond ability to grow anything new
or the edge of something that should have been
great
which just can't foster anything for you
maybe it's like a heart that's hardened
because it finally realized that love
isn't real
maybe it's that hope that stopped hoping
because nothing
ever
springs a new truth
worth knowing
for all the hoping
for all the yearning
for all the dreams no longer burning
for all the hatred
and confusion
and the countless turns at losing
I have somehow given way
and I am fading
nothing left to win
and nothing left to lose
how did I ever get here-
where there's nothing left to choose?
I can't fool myself no more
there is nothing left to dream of
I can't draw another rainbow
I can't fake another cause
I'm just gone
like the wind
who can't see the leaves I've leveled
or the houses I've torn down
I'm just done.
Done
Gone

Dead
Where I can rest peacefully

When I rise from this grave
will I be hard, like death,
free of life and breath?
Will I be something that
I never thought to be?
Will it be free, if not at all me?
Will I know why, finally,
you hid your love from me?
Or is that place nothing more
than a graveyard, a field of bones
to pick through...
a place where memories fade into
shapes we thought to mold
because that was all we knew?

Your face no longer knows me
and I no longer think to call you
for we have gravely chosen not to
be
what we were meant to be
for you have turned and I have run
away from this
frozen point
this place
where we could have melted
and become one
dream

but we have not
for we are
gone

gone

gone

K?