Deadman

Here. Now.
I am left desolate.
Abandoned,
Within lifes bitter cold.
 
I can feel Death's Warm Embrace
Around my throat.
Caressing me.
Tempting me to drift.

. . .Drift. . .

. . .Off. . .

Into the numbness of my pain.
So Cold the Fire.
Burning within my bones,
Until I am consumed.

Yet my hollowed out remains
Still walk this earth.
All do see me and they smile.
They come and shake my hand.

. . . Unaware . . .

They are shaking the hand.
Of a Deadman.