Shroud Me

This blinking corpse of mine
Shrouded in skin with a pulse
And sable trails of tears
Painting my pallid cheeks  
 
This body I own
Has a mind of its own  
One I can no longer control
Nor save from the hands of destruction
 
So I watch my life unfold
As if it’s not a part of me anymore
Choices were made out of weakness
When I collapsed on my bed of oblivion
 
Time didn’t stop when I was twelve
Yet the clock has been broken ever since
My ankles moored to yesterday
A scar that never seemed to heal
 
I sobbed silently into the pillow
For no ear knew how to listen
And when I wept through letters
The onlookers were drawn only to their beauty
 
The future’s claws scratched at the window
Whispering of the dreadful tomorrow
I closed my eyes and fell into the arms
Of slumber away from what’s real
 
Yet again the darkness greets me
Consumed by stormy nightmares
Pushed to the edge to face the day
As if it’s not what I loathe the most  
 
So shroud me in linen already  
Still my heartbeats
Close my eyelids to rest
And allow my soul to soar free