I'm Dead: I  Escaped

I give up on the count of this heart ache  
Wishing the days new will soon break  
I feel the sun and I shake    
For my last breath I shall take  
   
Twenty-fours hours have passed and gone  
Staring at the floor again once more  
Listening to the rain drops outside  
Little red beads before my eyes  
   
In my mind as blood drips out of every pore  
Stagnant as it pools on the floor  
My blood has curdled for you    
All my pain since your disappearance  
I will never hurt again not once more...
     
I was carried in a hearse  
In a big, black box I can hear them converse  
Nothing light, upbeat, lengthy or rest assurances  
But it seems no one here will ever miss me again  
I was a disturbance to them, in the end  
   
I lost myself here long ago    
Nothing but pain, such company for those who woe  
I came to escape from my past but it followed me oh so fast  
I guess I escaped here finally, like tossed trash  
But only to finally see your face again, at long last