Sunset's Empty Shell

The beauty of this night will not last beyond morning. I too will no longer be alive, lying in a shallow grave of my own making. Nothing to stop me, no one to help, in a desolate place I will lie down and put my body out of sight. Walled into a tomb by a person I had thought cared a little and now know it wasn't true at all. Life has been spent, totally given in every respect, now but an empty shell in the land of the living. Bringing home no more clues or poetry on the nature of life or on it's passing. From now on there will be no more to gather or seek from me for I will have died forsaken, forlorn, alone, body broken in two - broken heart and broken spirit - broken bones. Limply laid out in the grave of my own making, hidden from everyone's view. No one to pick me up - no one to save me from myself, I can no longer cry or care. Dying in the sunset of my life tonight, after the darkness has come to fetch me in it's deathly cold arms.