Wraith's Poem

Pain slathered on like grease,
The pages of my life flip by,
Regret whispers and screams,
My ears bleed at the shrieks.

A demonic companion to stab me in the back,
His blade a soothing sonnet to my flesh,
Symphony and orchestra play the requiem,
Pallbearers filter through closed doors.

I'm laid to rest on a bed of dead flowers,
Walls of agony begin to fracture and fall,
The reaper's scythe sings metallic sins,
And a wraith is born from my death...