Tomb

Youth sheltering a withering soul, Steel kisses whisper in my ear beckoning calls, Mind lie back as hollowed out crimson faith gently falls, Unforgiven soil my last of conscious embraces, Salt-tainted water staining ground and lovers' faces, Alone in thy final exit scene, My emotionless demeanor stalled on mean, So many pressed to my lips I do so crave that kiss, Painless my final thought before accepting bliss, When my heart ceases and becomes as stone, Finally my spirit swells with strength enough to steal the throne, New Prince of Darkness or King of Malice, Truly just an endless drinker of suffering's chalice, When I die bury me solitary in an emptied room, That my soul may forever thrive from a life of a mere Tomb.