After the fact of dying

I hold tightly this blemished hourglass
Desert tears escaping through its ancient cracks
It trembles slightly within my pallid hands
As the raw lust of hunger dies within its cup of sand

I fear one day it will swallow me whole
And take so much more than what my giving soul
Has left to give from its drying streams
And be left with a mere whisper among a river of screams

Will no one sing me a peaceful hymn
As I clutch to the side of its broken rim
One that will sing of all the dread
That comes with someone being dead?

Will my face forever stay in the tomb of dreamers rest
Because you told yourself forgetting me was for the best?
Do you not hear me calling you through the haze of your pain
And the million heartaches, a tear for every grain?

If ever comes the time when my soul fades to dust
And the chain that links us together-heart to heart-begins to rust
I will sink ever so slowly within your sorrow, beneath your hate
And await till time itself crushes under its own weight.