Husk

The dead and empty husk

Tells a cryptic story

Although not alone

It has decayed among scattered bones

It remains only a husk

Withering and wilting into dust

My dead and empty self

Tells a tragic story

Although still alive

I do not want to try

I remain as the husk

We both conform to the dust

I know what I am 

But not what you are

Why is it still so hard

With no effort on my part

I cannot give anymore

I've been gutted and cored 

Even with my senses gone

My mind will not shut off

I can lend an ear

Only because I can hear

I do not know why, dear

Your lies are still so sheer

I know what I am 

But not what you are

I will remain the same

From husk to dust

Withering and wilting into shadows

I conform to become such

I know what I am 

It doesn't matter what you are

We will remain the same

Together or apart

Ashes to ashes

And husk to dust