Woeful Mourning...

I mourn my death

For I am the only one

Who can mourn for me

In every aspect of it

I wail loud as a banshee

For my deep fissured heart

For the gnawed at internals

For my fried ashy cerebrum .

I mourn in all honesty

To my loss for no one can

Grasp the depths as much

Of trespassers and mistreats

The bawling my gut emits

Like a wounded sperm whale

Shakes violently this body

Which still exhales measuredly.

I mourn the deceased self

With a know how of appropriate

That can justify it's years of grief

From betrayal and departure

Tyranny and injuries countless

As a deafening catastrophe I howl

With one objective alone to lament

This ache inside only I can bewail.