The Death Memoirs

Don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this one...many, many, many years ago...

Last night I dreamt I was alive,
So I waited with bated breath
To feel the sunlight on my skin,
Instead I watched the angents of my death -
The devils with broken wings,
Feast upon my earthly flesh.

They scratched my skin -
This armour that I once lived in,
And I cried out in sorrow,
But still they supped
On this body I left behind
And all the tears that I bled.

Now I watch the seasons go by
As I lay on my bed,
Hidden beneath the roses,
The secret place in which I hide,
Where even angels cannot find.

I live amongst the shadows,
Of the yesterdays that never came,
And the tomorrows that are yet to dawn,
My life is an intangible memory,
A story yet untold.

I yearn to watch the sunset,
To smell the flowers and trees,
I've lived in the shadowlands,
And walked in the darkness
Of the endless silence of my death.