Weirder

I was tested, trialled and tortured,

I was twisted, torn and tired,

Motivation it eluded me,

I was Too broke to feel inspired.

A stupid game I played one night

It dealt the hand of death,

I drifted down into the dark

To meet my final breath.

Suffering was my solemn heart,

lost to a star filled sky,

Weakened, wrought and worthless,

Wading in woes waist-high.

My pained heart Poured into the ground

My pulse , lost all its pace

Peace I sought so dear to find

Found that peaceful space

My body seeds in to the soil

My soul drifts to the sky

What stays, is only with who stand

At the stone where my bones lie

My pained heart Poured into the ground

My pulse , lost all its pace

Peace I sought so dear to find

Found that peaceful space

A grave trodden down to hardened soil

By the friends who come to cry

A headstone etched with just a name

But not a reason why

I'm now, beyond a burdened soul

My breath became the breeze

you can hear me on a sunny day

As whispers through the trees