FROM Y BLACK HEART...as i sit on the sideline's of the light of day inside me astorm does ragemy soul is buried beneath my cold black and numbly dead vehicle called my body wich is anything but a temple,i contemplate how complicated mylife isand has been and forever will be tears are all i cry heartache and loss burn me inside,not visible on the outside but yet always something to hide inside of me in a n aglessbottle with a bitterful taste, the more i live the more time i waste in my own hell but yet darkness and depression comfort me,so the sight of blood my blood grip's me in awe seeing down into it passed the bone to rotting flesh, my decaying turn's me on have i seen what my death whill be...when the time comes will you be there to hold my lifeess corpse in your arm's or will i decay and cry only to die all alone be reduced from something to dust,ashes to ashes and dust to dust will my bones dance in the fiery depth's of hell this i envision from my own black heart where if not love wait's then what ...say im loved say you love me or just say goodbye ,il,l miss you , il,l,love you, but i will not cry....the end

Very powerful ending to your poem! Love it.:)