Will the mourners cry.....

Skimmed in what seemed like eloquent years
A peace I can sleep on my own
A hum that brings the translucent clouds
Turn before they realise its rain

Settle on the mantle that slips my life
Dust of years gone by compounded
Remember what it means to live the price
Breath on the colours in my veins

Lulled by the daydreams of suppression
No one can hurt me in here

Tranquillised into regression

Sleep

Sleep

My eyes weep the souls of regret
As my fingers uncurl
Stained

As I look ........ the sky turns blue


Laying in a puddle of piss and shit
Death on my own decay


Will the mourners cry


Will you
For me