Errors

Cold breath on my purple lips,
The sensation touches my ears’ tips
Echoes of dead roses in a fierce-some gloom
My sorrow follows me as though it’s in full bloom
The open air levitates my still form
The coldness shocking me like a magnetic storm
I lay lifeless, colder, stiller, than my skin an icy blue
Spread out as to catch this morning’s dew
The mist is like a comforting blanket
My head, stripped of innocence, a blank planchet
Waiting to be stamped by my failures
Rather than face my sneering errors
Can’t I stay here, to be kissed by memories?
Ladled out from the stagnant pool of the centuries
Soothing fingers stroke my paled cheeks
Briefly fading out the hovering foggy weeks
Desensitizing me from my looming shadows
Their softness producing sensations like hanging at the gallows
Dried leaves fall silently covering the dead in their pressure
The drying blood glues them down and shuts you out forever