"Forgotten graveyard, forever entombed in the carelessness of passersby and cruel nature of time.
There's a thousand tombstones left to be taken care of by birds looking for nest materials and worms crawling around in the footsteps of ghouls.

I'll be the only entity disturbing the peace by walking to my grave, with three hundred and eight flowers in my hands, thorns piercing what's left of my sinner hands.

Blood droplets marking the certainty of life, the one final path I take in this redundant act of survival, all coming to such an anti-climatic end.

Every grave I pass by, the tombstones are starting to forget who they stand for, the names on them withering away, characters becoming unrecognisable.

~It's not your fault~ I say to them, as I lay a single flower on the undisturbed dirt.

For each one that I pass, I lay a flower and I wish them an easy rest, as no matter what the actions they took have been, they never were in control of any of the circumstances that surrounded them.

Baseless decisions, actions being taken in self-defence, just like a wild animal stuck in a corner.

It'll bite the hand that both feeds and hurts it, for it has never known safety or affection, be it at home or in a cardboard box.

As I near my final stop, I've given out all three hundred and eight flowers that were supposed to be for myself.

~You can have my legs~ I tell grave #241117, ~may they aid you in finding the sunshine through the fog as they have aided me.~

~My hands are yours now~ I tell grave #50424, ~give them a clean slate and may you sin fewer times than I have.~

~Hopefully~ I say as I start the flaying of my skin, laying it on grave #170319, ~this second line of protection will provide you with another chance of finding the touch that doesn't poison you, as it did with me.~

~I'll keep my bones crossed that you'll have sincere smiles and no need to wear masks over your true self~ I mutter as I gently lay my face on grave #271222, ~and may you never create rivers beneath your eyes from corrosive tears of agony.~

Not much to go, memories keep on flowing, I guess that the fact is true after all: You do rewind your life as you get to your eternal resting spot. It's quite ironic and paradoxical, do you get stuck in a loop of rewinding everything once the reel of life's sweetest nectar and alluring poison gets to an end?

~Huge horizons of opportunity and new perspectives shall be the first things these should bestow upon you~, I comment with a slight grin whilst gifting my eyes to grave #251019, ~for I have had a peek of both the ethereal delight and horrific landscapes of broken dreams and malevolent consequences.~

Alas, I have reached what is going to be my forever sanctuary - cold and miserable, hopeless and bland.

As I sit on the side of grave #3101, I take a moment to give myself an eulogy:

~I have sinned again for I have not recognised my own value, I'm afraid.~

~Along the way, I've met entities that wander around aimlessly. Even in the afterlife to come, they're still unable to grasp the concept of moving on. They're drowning in regret, so much so that they fail to realise the situation they're in - no amount of pleading or weeping will shift the blame onto someone else, and no matter how burnt their wings are from flying too close to the sun, they still try to take off for the last time, but seemingly blind to the sins they're chained to.~

~Yet, I, you, myself, have deemed them more deserving of the flowers that were reserved for us, some of them being spoiled with my body as you and I both decided that they'll be put to greater use in the hands - or body - of anyone else that's not us.~

~What gives?~

Birds chirping, the sun is starting to come up, the cracks in the dawn start to fade away.

~How much abuse have we endured, and how many times have we asked ourselves the question of //How much more can you scream, how much more can you resist?//?~

~We've mended people with the hands we've given away, and we've laid our eyes upon the most divine of angels. We've chased people that sometimes didn't deserve us with the legs you've discarded, but we've also experienced the simple joy of running in a field.~

~The classic exposure to comedy and drama has been constant in the time we've spent here - in this life - and it can be clearly seen as there's countless scars on our face from the endless theatre plays we've both been main characters and spectators in. Yet, that cycle will now continue with someone else, forbidding us from changing the landscape.~

~Why IS that?~

And, still, I sigh.

~Guess we never made peace. And no matter how many times we've tried making peace, even if it was just us two against the world, and everyone else, you never decided to sign the treaty.~

~And that, might just be the biggest regret I have.~

I offer my gravestone the last kiss, and I lay down, preparing myself for the freezing embrace of death.

~I hope~ I mutter in between laboured breaths ~that at least now, when we get to purgatory, you will at least save me a seat by the window.~

~And I beg of you to never, ever, forget about me, no matter how much time will try to distance us, and no matter how many people cut in line in front of you.~

~For you were everything I had, and I was everything you had.~

~It never was any different, even if we were surrounded by a thousand people and ten thousand different laughs.~

~We - and by we I mean me, and you, and I, and yourself, and myself, were the only entities in this existence that knew the grooves in our heart - and how they came to be.~

~And promise me that you'll throw a glance in my direction from time to time, letting me know that you still want me there.~

As our vision starts to fade away to eternal darkness, one single thought remains:

What if, we never gave up on each other, for we were all we had.

A deafening silence rests on the graveyard now.

The birds are still working on getting a place of safety set up, and the worms are still bent in agony, drowning in raindrops."