Ebony Heart

Souls planted in rows like trees,

obediently awaiting their eternity.

Branches fold in

& scratch at your repose.

Bones shaved thin unravel your consciousness.

Lifetimes left to rot.

Seeds turn to soil.

Toss and turn in your mossy grave,

a purgatory of memory forgotten.

Fallen leaves that halo your head

only reflect the everlasting nothing

you will become.

Lovers lost to the stars.

Spirits tied in the firmament.

Your night to dance will never come.

Roots dig deep as shadows climb

from your darkest depths

& nestle through your rotting ribs.

You will wrestle within your filthy bed,

your entire timeless existence.

There will never be peace in your cedar bones.

A thousand souls root in this valley.

Companion to none,

you dig for the surface you will never behold.

Continuous strings,

from the Gate to your feet,

keep you in place.

No coffin offers solitude for your ebony heart.