Disposed

Consume me
Till I’m nothing but a skull
My garden
Has bloomed for the final time

Old age is crippling
But the youth do fall ill
Time is a remembrance
But my tolerance is thin

I’m only love, pain, and bones
I’m only fooled, crushed, and disposed

Our old swing
Where the child in me escaped
On his bed
My innocence, stolen and stained

Old age is crippling
But the youth do fall ill
Time is a remembrance
But my tolerance is thin

I’m only love, pain, and bones
I’m only used, disrobed, and disposed

This must stay a secret
So I won’t forget
The fragrance of torment
Fills my room again

How can I be open
When I was often forced
Will I be repainted
If the cloth’s already torn

I’m only love, pain, and bones
I’m only shaped, shattered, and disposed