Here I lie in comfort,
feeling needed affection
on this chilly winter's night.

As I stare upward to the starlight,
a peace permeates me
letting all that matters go.

This bed of relieve engulfs me,
rendering a fool his due
without the reminder of his true self.

With each breath exhaled
a pillar of smoke rises,
a growing fog with sweet aroma.

Glowing moon enticing my eyes,
examining every cut to my heart
until it finds the weakest spot.

Gazing up, seeing the falling pasty flakes,
drifting ever so slowly
falling aimlessly atop my body.

I try to count them as I did the stars,
their resembling beautiful snowflakes
these ashes of my funeral pyre.