Gothic poetry... Murky Water Shores

My tortured soul
is locked away,
it's mine to keep not yours.
The key to it
was thrust on to
the murky water shores.

My burned out heart
has turned to ash.
Its spark did not survive.
The embers fled
to blackened coal
and crusts of shards inside.

My frazzled mind
is no more sharp.
Each fracture snapped like thread.
Crumbled thoughts
of any hope,
deceased just like the dead.

My anxious life,
greif ridden past,
cant fathom i'll go on.
I sway on jagged
rocky ledge,
then plunge into beyond.