the chant of lamentation

Alas, the grey clouds gather round by my death bed. As if singing a dirge, they chant on endlessly. My heart has fallen apart into the dying flames and has rekindled the fire. But in doing so it has disintegrated. It hurts so bad. There it was, the hope of the enchanted dreams. It hovered right above my head. It voiced words of enticement. I hastened to grab it. But it disappeared into dust the second I laid my shaking hands upon it. I had not known what it would have done, nor what it would do. Now I am wasting away into my dreams. They will remain so. And my life will follow it. Does nothing ever come true?