Remorse and Regret I Have None

I could hear you're demise
 unravel with  clusters of forget
 me nots that cling to you're skull
it's blossoms withered
 they twitch, with the air blue
quivering under sunlight
now banished
 
Glitter sticks on your lip as
laughter spills out like a  tangled
 fern or a  grieving dove, perched  
on your aching groin.

Leftovers retrieved from  the
boneyard by the drug  induced
maiden.a famish'd bitch, her
 appetite slick with the  ointment
of pitch.

Shadows of you fall amongst
sepulchers and cypress bent
You lie,  disheveled and unshaven
slumped onto  a log of fruited fig

Your heart,  no longer throttled
 rests in hopelessness as
a wooden puppet with broken
strings serves you crystal clear
 water from a broken cup