A Cycle of Love and Death

entropy ebbing towards death
screaming as the tides almost at my neck
but they don't hear my cries behind locked doors,
with the ocean of ignorance made of razors
washing over my wrists
hidden by sleeves sewn with lies
carved from my lungs stained black
and cloaked by smoke.
and now there's one in the chamber  
and it's my choice to fall into eternal sleep
with teardrops and withered flowers.  I look back to a life of forgotten love
my beloved make feeble attempts to revive me,
but my eyes are filled with ashes  
the ashes of a book burned by death.
uncertainty leading me down a broken road,
walked by my lover and now by me  
in a cycle of suicide and distorted reality,
this is the end of me as i sleep in the dirt.