A Deadside Vigil

A Deadside Vigil

In the bowels of the forest

I lay, face down

Frigid waters stroke my skinless face

Rope burned limbs piled upon the shore

As the trees grow old

The rivers churn

The mountains observe the ages

But the embers still burn

'Til my organs are ashes

And my bare bones dust

Here I will be

Until eternity

I see myself

Stones embedded int my back

Fingers gone with the force of the struggle

Empty sockets pooled with dew

Reflecting a river

That has run red too many times

I understand there is no waking

This ravaged shell I once controlled

But my naked flesh does not chill

No goosebumps erect on this lifeless frame

I am still

And will forever more

Facing myself now

Is a face beyond recognition

A body that daily gets closer

To rejoining the land that lost it

Don't dwell on the tides

That recede into nothing

Eternal nocturnal the solution it be

Night after nightfall

I remain besides my own remains

Mourning my own life

I stay by my side

I stay loyal even after the end

I will stay

And watch my own decomposition

As devastating, and intruiging

As it is