635. 10/9/16 (#627)
Blood on a tissue on a stone wall
Ripped to shreds before it starts to fall
Reminder of pain
Leaves its trail on the crumbling archway.
Scratching words on ageing bricks
Hoping memories might stick
To the concrete
Where I meet my last decay.
For what will I be remembered
For the perfect life I dismembered?
Turning to rust
Now I must submit my soul.
The devils watching with hunger in his eyes
That I can't breathe is no surprise.
I fade away,
Erosion, erases every trace of me,
The Latin says,
I will remain in the Earth.
My final day,
Decomposition, disgraces every grain of me,
If I would stray,
Then you will take my back to gaze at my inscription.