I'm Sorry: A Spark Lives On But the Rest Has Given Up

I broke myself against those rocks,
To the sound of the drums.

I shattered into infinite leaves,
And scattered in all twelve directions,
To the sound of the drums.

August tenth was the birth of that beating berth.
And they won't shut up. My sleep is a cage.

April twenty fourth.  Im terrible with dates but that was I think, the date of that resounding first affection that gave life to these old bones.

And last night could have been their revival,
Instead it was the final blow.

This is not a suicide note. I promised never to pen another one of those.
But to lose that quiet joy,
Might kill me even so.

Maybe you'll change your mind someday,
And I'll jump into your arms.
But until such a necromancy occurs,
Diablo has died,
To those fucking drums...

One day I hope you come back,
But in the meantime,
The world will burn.

Ratta-tatt tatt-tatt tatt- ratta- tatt tatt-tatt tatt...