Bone Garden

Clink and clatter
In the toiled darkness
Frail fleshy framework scatters
To this venomous caress

Towers of calcium and marrow
Self righteous the sacrifice
Introverted tunes of sorrow
Roused and reanimated vices

Bent and broken vertebra
Of spines entwined in grief
There are no mortal graves
Just the burying of all beliefs

In this bone garden
Entrapped by a cartilage gate
From without to within
I slowly, painfully age and abate

Eternal, they come in shifts
Fractured and fragmented skeleton crew
Tending the infernal miasma rifts
Whilst the shards and scraps accrue

Rickety rattle of ribcages
A tarnished lyre with strings of cartilage
Measured pressure builds in the gauges
Ceaseless tortures onset this cephalic carnage

Shattering the blank and muted headstones

Infrastructure of skeletal structures
Rise high into masticated atmosphere
Weak, compromised flesh violently ruptures
Resuscitating wretched life to long dead fears

Reaffirming the inevitable; we all shall die alone

In this bone garden
Enthralled by my apathy and hate
Flesh rots and thins
As I heinously decay and deteriorate