Don't Let me Rest

I reveal thy secret to no other, for one other shall never feel the cold blood in my vains.
As long as this profound conviction decays me, I no longer draw my sword.
One simply rests.
The death on that solitude flower, in that lonely field left alone. cold and bereft.
This theft of delight at best. It's a test, do I tread ones steps forever long?
To feel. To speak. To dream. To death?
Shall I dance in joy to sun, stand at the edge of earth with the warm breeze on my breath
'Till death?
Rejoicing my true self is at best. Stay with me no longer a guest. Leave me at my best.
Don't let me rest. No more.