A Dead Thing Lost

(Another English assignment, a lyrical poem. Note: I'm in a perfectly happy mood, don't worry...)

I am a dead thing lost,
a broken, wingless dream.
I am a fleeting memory,
a single, frail moonbeam.

I am a rotting corpse,
the cold earth is my bed.
My nails are black as sin,
my eyes are filled with lead.

I am a bitter sigh,
a waterfall of tears.
My mind, a frightful graveyard,
a sweet collection of fears.

I am a ruined painting,
my paint all washed away.
Fading away tomorrows,
no such thing as Today.

I am a forgotten promise,
a twice forgotten fire.
A travel weary traveler,
lost in a murky mire.

I am a dead thing lost,
a frozen, silent cry.
So tired of all these hours,
please just let me lie.