Spring cleaning

I stay up all night
owing to myself
to exterminate before dawn,
to the last single lie 
that the night keeps whispering;
so I can handover
a pristine morn
to the first bird that chirps;
there aren't many nights left,
contrary to the lies,
which keep breeding in multitudes
I am tired, exhausted, and sick,
that the best I shall have to give,
could only be a well-worn mop 
with an unfinished task...

A funeral

Slowly and surely,

you killed it mercilessly.
That which you planted,
and we nurtured with bared souls;
'twas a most painful death;
I stood there shocked;
- a gruesome horror to behold.
Helpless, I did all I could, in vain;
It breathed its last as you left its side
I dug the grave, calling out for you;
you replied with long silences.
I said my prayers with a throbbing heart;
you answered with your sinful smirks.
Finally,
'Lay some flowers' - I implored you;
you stamped the ones even I had laid.