Danse Macabre

the nighttime
was filled with impossible daydreams
impossible undoings
in my head i saw
daffodils dying
my own face
a loathsome gargoyle
my body, a carcass
whose entrails come loose
and beasts feed upon
i feel myself
growing  cowardly
growing lame
my Danse Macabre
pathetic and lonesome
let all that has happened
never repeat
let all that's to occur
be poignant
beyond bearing
let me be taken by death
let me be stolen and made dead
let me be...
let me be...
anything but that which is me today