The Parting

 I closed off the world,
With slate sheets of spades.
The waning lantern
Pain-still, lingers there...
I lost the sound,
In the charm, of-your-voice.
Lips that took
My own hearing, firm.
To suffer still..
For the past five years,
I'd end it all..
With a quill, as a spear.
Committed agenda's;
A man to my doubts.
The ink is my blood
My words from your mouth.
This sentence flow's
Gushed forth-from my hands,
Clutching wounds; Breasted.
Fates cast a hand.
Depravity,
A searching soul wander's.
Not so, far.. Far, From the grave.
And the place: You're watching,
So close from afar.
My convictions 
Make a run-in-the-dark.
This time..
Take my hand,
Sit with me,
In my final recollection,
At the Park.
Soiled-Spent-Youth,
I was burried...
You catch me in pain 
In the fog
Mem-ories, in rippling reeds.
Next time, is a "Never gonna be"
Just like what if.
It ends, this time...
Though I am battling 
The core urge inside of me
I sang:
"The mire traces leaves, to the docks."