The Heart of Sorrow

My slumber approaches ever so quickly.
Knocking on my door, as death to beckon the sickly.
As each knock cracks against my ear
My heart fills with rage.
But anger suffers me but for a while, for I've found a love sweetened with age.

For this old soul, tattered and torn
Has seen far too much
This life to be swept away, for it is too fragile to touch
Smearing the years off of my dust laden face.
I reveal a reflection of comfort to pale skin in black and red lace

My heart poured into this bitter cold glass.
Churning my sorrow to agony as each moment refuses to pass.
To the air I am naked, alone in this vessel.Warm lips to my touch my bitterness, excites her tongue to wrestle.

Swiftly I begin to die, releasing my poison to hault my demise.
Sympathy fills my half empty shell as tears are purged from her shattered blue eyes.
Half empty, I accept my fate I was made to comfort, not to kill nor create.
Against her tear streaked breasts I do lay.
Beside a locket with her lost lovers name.

For my life had gone fast, as did my brothers.
Swept away to soothe the sorrows of empty lost lovers
Now she lies here alone, cold and empty.
A reflection of myself the devils frost bitten envy.