A Funeral for the Sake of Something

Set myself on fire in the night
while the pyre is burning bright
sounds of the oxidizing memories
rise like smoke through the canopy of trees

what was left of a heart is done beating
surreptitiously moving while the flames
lick the wounded ever so defeating
consciousness, denying the blame

we cry when what scares us is real
mighty death coming to close the deal
when there's nothing left to live for
what's the bother living anymore

God is good though I am not
ashamed to be made
an image of all that is great
but when there's nothing left to live for
why bother living anyway

nothing left to give but up
when all that should be filled is empty
no more water in the cup
no more lighting activity

when the embers cool and only dust remains
you're still gone