No Funeral

This epistolary dictates my slow descent Into the melancholic apathy That makes me wish for death In writing this I hope to find Where happiness fell from my life And why it left me so alone; Left nothing in departure Nothing left inside of me Perpetually incomplete The letters I have penned became a museum of my decay A crooked timeline of self destruction Becoming someone that I hate Trying to find meaning beneath this disarray The misery within me spills itself onto the page Why do I feel so empty Why can't I wait for this world to just forget me My existence is obsolete I'm not even worth a memory So burn this book And I will burn myself No funeral No farewell I've had visions So haunted, vivid Painting my own departure Suspended from the rafters I'm so afraid that Someday I will replicate it When the writing has depleted You will know that I succeeded