Ashes to Ashes

Nothing but melancholy remains,
a carcass, expanded, bloated with disgust,
relished freedom as some reward,
not the poisonous trap of fools, with nothing left to lose.
If others would only keep their mouths tied shut
by strings threaded with spit pinched fingertips -
all I would truly regret is my lack of bravery,
a failed ability to lull and pull magic to me,
soul rendered inferno, smoldered,
the ashes now turn,
for I am at once the dark corners, and moving shadows
watched with fear, left on my own, I mold.
I am the dust caught in your throat,
coated thick I brought decay.