Repose

Its when I can't tell
a memory from a dream
The final waking hour,
Lying still in my bed.
I'm faced with the raven
Unfurling its wings
Mocking my resolve
As I stand tall as a pillar
Unafraid of a cold end
So intense is the joy
Of final freedom
Matched with an equal pain
Of not knowing
To where I might sail.
Leaving behind my wisdom
In putrid remains
As I slip off the cliff
Into the black
where I might find
The light of my beloved
Who breathe no more

This temple that is my life
Implodes and
scatters sparks in the minds
Of those
With whom my paths entwined
For short or for a while.
Because we've shared
A few smiles
But they can't stop a deluge
Of tears in which I must bathe
For I've broken promises
And caused dismay
While I had to choose
The lesser of two evils.
No one cares!

And as the last pillar
Of my aspiration yields,
The dome collapses
Into true death.
But it won't matter
If I'm liberated
As long as I transcend
Into an idea
That will live on.