Funeral Dirge

Blame not my blind eyes  
For the ruins I cast my gaze upon  
do not splay the massacre of my heart  
The bloody carnage  
Twisted & mangled wreckage  
thats left ( whats left? ) of my perception of love  
 
& I swallow my tongue  
for my teeth fail to catch    
the heartbr(ache) painted in drying regret on my lips  
 they burn from this apathetic breath of m.in.e
 
Sinking in realms    
of the stapled fragments in my distorted reality  
 
With elegies curling up my spine  
Carving into my mind  
That I  
am just an afterthought