Last of the Gold

Blown through modernity, No more past to Make,
Gone for eternity, No more heart to Fake,
Buried in the coolness, No more breath to Take,
Lost in the fullness, No more life to Stake.

Wanting to leave, more than a bitter taste,
A little gold to hold, a place to rest ahead.
No moment to lose, no time to leave to waste,
A vain attempt at more, nothing left in stead.

Wake me, as I drive,
Rake me, as I strive,
Shake me, as I arrive,
Break me, as I dive.

Not cut out, for more than this,
Gave it all, and came up too short.
All I had, nothing more to give,
A lifetime, amounted to naught.

Layers atop each other, over and through,
Peeled back all the way, to uncover bone.
Intertwined together, not over you,
Ripped at the seams, and left alone.

Wake me, as I fly,
Rake me, as I sigh,
Shake me, as I cry,
Break me, as I die.