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Cremation
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I can’t help but mourn the way things have gone
How I’d have liked it to happen and how it was
How my lungs and heart wither away as
The legs I used to get here refuse to carry on
Leave my ribs hanging from my floating skeleton
Ghosts self-inspecting their mortal prison
I’d take my fallen bones and drop them
Into a mortar and pestle just as I’d always done
Grind them up into a fine powder along with teeth
Leave no trace behind, not in flesh nor memory
My name may never leave the lips of any
Sing away the passions and praises of my life
So every cursed word is strangled by time
In a shallow grave I crave to die
In a shallow grave I came to die