Departure

Velvet Bedroom

Velvet Bedroom

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We're lowered to the point of questioning what might happen next,

What waits for us after everyone's done paying their respects.

Or if cremation instead of burial would have been the prettier choice

To have made while we were still alive with a physical mind and voice.

We lie underneath the dirt where it's permanently night

In a bedroom so restricting and dropped gently out of sight,

All faced towards the stars, that by us cannot be found,

Isolated from our fellow corpses that share this underground.

Above this bed sits another, of lively contours I have lost,

But I can't see who put them there, until they too have crossed.

I hear no words and hide my features in this cold and distant tomb,

To say I am the one they mourn is something they can only assume.

These memorial flowers take no time to wither into dust,

Along with them goes my remembrance to never be discussed.

The traces of my life will rot and join me to no longer exist,

So will the ones who were part of it, and for a short time they'll be missed.

My name stands solid on a single stone that'll outlive my years,

The very years engraved below kind words found by mourning tears.

Though no words tell my journey taken, this marker evidences my being

Which will soon be amongst the millions that no one has an interest in seeing.

It appears to be untouchable yet perfects a home for ivy and mould

That'll cover up the little of what remains of me to be seen and told,

Whilst disguising the cracks and corroding of my collapsing shrine

Just as it did to all the others long before invading mine.

As for my body, it is long gone before any of this can begin,

Parasites waste no opportunity to crawl, deep beneath my skin.

They seek comfort to lay their eggs in the tunnels they have dug,

So I may be dead but I am life to every hungry coffin bedbug.

I was devoured peacefully. I'm glad that I didn't go to waste,

By surrendering myself to the flames, I'd have lost my appealing taste.

So while reducing, I still felt wanted by creatures living to consume,

I chose to last longer, to descend and decay in my final velvet bedroom.

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Mortalities