Dying of the Light

Do not come to my funeral

Do not come to my funeral –

Do not stand there,

Towering over me –

As you always have

Do not come barging in –

With your dirty big feet

No need to tower,

Over my doorway –

Again.

Your great hulking shadows

Your demons your past –

Do not bring them here,

Again.

Do not come to my wake –

Shed not one tear

Or else –

I will haunt you.

Do not come, do not come –

Let me be at peace

Do not stand there –

With that look on your face

Do not make me angry

Even in death.

Do not come –

Do not comfort my mother,

Or hold my sister's hand,

Do not bring me white flowers

Or any other weed

Do not say a word – a word –

About how you knew me

Or what I was like –

You did not know

A single damn thing –

About me or my life.

Do not wipe a tear,

Do not give me grief

Spare me this last act

Let me be –

Let me be.

Go – go, find another soul now –

No need to look back,

You have buried me –

Before.

Do not pretend – do not look so shocked,

For you know –

Why I'm here,

Cold and numb

And soulless

Do not come

When –

You know

You know,

In that black metal heart

You know

You know –

You killed me.

Some kinds of love stay with you—they never leave, they take pieces of you— and the only way to heal is through distance and time.