giving into temptation
an exhausted skelleton
merely clanking, rotting bones
huming hushed whispered memories
walking along this dark enclosed tunnel
lost and forgotten
the purposes
the motivation of continuing
deteriorating
disinigrating
befor the innocent eyes
sweet sugar in water
and the breath suddenly stopps
the last gasp cold and somber
filled lungs of pain and sufferage
released into the black, softly moonlit air
and wen the soil on the earth beneith our feet is so kind and calling
a siren to the drifting shipof our minds
lying down is so inviting
and when the bones touch it
when the breathless, exhauted skelletons ship steers toward the sirin
it is crushed against the sharp, frigid rocks
and the splintering ship slowly tears apart the lone sailor
only now it is realised that it is too late to go back
and the bones fade away
and the soil takes the bones
and the bones fade away
singing of sweet agony on the midnight breeze