Fragmented Death Waits

I wandering through
shapeless  dreams,  
 thirsting for the
fountain, to drink
of it's pervervid    
moisture.  
Only to cleave to    
the nocuous rush  
within.    
   
Eyes turn down in
 the wake of despair,  
a need to escape
 rage, devours  me,    
   
Lost in the realm  of
what could have  been  
around me darkness  
 lingers still unfinished.  
   
In silence I tear    
through melancholy thoughts where soot
 coats my tongue    
   
Inching closer to
 that wooded  space
between  our lives     
where the days  
once lined in gold  
transform into  
fragmented  
death .  
   
The air turns black  
as I hear your name   
whispered,  from  
the heart of    
the trees.