DEATH Poem: BONES IN THE WALL, by Matthew McCain

Featuring: Billy Morrison

Solid, still, losing the will to live
Cold, hard, watch me hit the ground

Hollowed out
Crumbling in doubt
Here I stand empty and without

My future that was bright and glowing
Is now hidden with moss growing

My foundation
Is devastation
From my own terminal isolation

Lights no longer shine from inside
Windows are blown out on either side
With the front doors opened wide

And now my bones in these decaying brick walls
Are all I have after it all

Tittering, shaking, everything is breaking
Chipping, cracking, watch me start shattering

Broken pieces
Rust increases
While hope inside decreases

My future that was all but assured
Is now in reverse
With absolutely nothing to preserve

My feelings
Have no meaning
As my walls start bleeding

Now nothing inside thrives
And nothing will survive
Because nothing inside feels alive

Feeling pieces starting to chip and fall
I’m crumbling across all four walls

Forgotten, unsteady, here I stand ransacked and empty
Taunted, haunted, watch me get demolished

Decaying in despair

My condition is anything but fair
Because I’m beyond repair

With my interior devastated
Everything I am is now dilapidated

And now, at the end of the day
Nothing is here to stay
As all I am fades away

Despite the past reaching out and calling
My walls are now falling
And there’s nothing to do but watch it all dissolve
Because my bones are still hidden in these walls