My Surrender

I’ve lost.
There is not a will for me to live anymore.
My dreams now foreshadowed,
I only wait for that morning without any more awakening.
It is over. It is over.
My mind is dead, my soul is dead.
Scavengers creep and crawl near ever so slowly,
Waiting for the last breath to leave me.
Moments, mine and yours, are now but archived memories,
You are good with forgetting,
if only I was also.
Slipping away into shapelessness, formlessness.
Even your good-byes are the sweetest,
your perversions fascinating.
You wish for me to feel love,
yet you bring me out from lifelessness with rage.
I’m done for. I’ve loved. I’ve lived.
Maybe in my sleep I’ll again be found,
maybe you would somehow turn around.
I now rest. I cannot love any more now.