The heart is pale, failing
Once magnificent
But now just a memory
Once a symbol of pride
But emptied of blood
Emptied of hope
Years have drained
Wounded over time
Breaking, knowing
Once a perfect vessel
The beacon of strength
This beautiful container
No longer unbreakable
A heart that barely beats
Filled with hurt
And pain
It is still and frozen
Immobile and scarred
The love inside was lost
The dreams are gone
Even if it remembers
It has nothing
A mind that only screams
It has nightmares
Never dreams
In the graylands
Between the lands
Of living and dying
It walks alone
Praying
Begging to die
To enter a permanent sleep
This isn't Heaven
It isn't beautiful
The trees emptied of leaves
The sky without clouds
Gray without the sun
A lifeless wasteland
But it is quiet
Silent and calm
Without the pain
That still endures
Without the sorrow
That keeps burning
Dust to Dust
We began as dust
And we shall return to the earth
As dust
In this you can trust
Our flesh is dust
And nothing more
But the spirit lingers
Hungry still
Burning hot in the core
