Red like fire, flowing down, drops
Paint my skin crimson as life
Seeps away, becoming just another
Name on a stone, forgotten.
It wasn't meant to be like this, some
Dark ending to a sad book, my words
Blotted with tears, binding broken
My pages fall to the floor like autumn leaves.
Sometimes I wonder if the story written
In my flesh, that fades as I watch
Might have a happier ending if I
Were not the one living the words.
Memories drain, what once was life
Now simply a stain on the carpet,
An infinite weariness with an end
So long desired, so feared.
I dream, sleep comes, finally
The lesser pain of death blots
Out the greater pain of living, and
I am free of the past.