Change -melancholy edit☆

Surrounded by a pattere of white,
Not far from charnel house & loam,
Ebbing intent & narrowed sight cement my place in eternal home.

I wander weary in the rain, through caliginous wood and sunken stone,
In flee of quarell & needless pain,
To lay upon a slab atone. 

Maimed, untamed, I lay succumbed,
Evanesce poignant days now past, lacking breath & moribund, 
T'was always borrowed & never meant to last.

Flesh torn and innards spew, thrumming beats cease to be,
Eyes shut, tongue askew,​​
T'is the end, the death of me.

Chilling croon amidst the Wood,
I open eyes in startled gaze,
my heart is dead & drained of good,
Malefic are my future days.