Friday, August 8, 2008

"WEPT MY SORROW UPON HIS GRAVE..."



Counting down the days when you walked out that door,
tasting your last graven kiss tats stained my lips forevermore,
and now i lye amidst the guilt of a life i could have saved,
all this i say as i cry upon your grave..

I feel your pain of death while im alive,
why did i ever let u go,why did u have to die,
and as these parasites of pain begin to thrive,
i see your body lay, and im burnin up like a candle inside..

the silence of the past echoes in my ears,
its seems like you were here yesterday, but its been 7 years,
since the last time you said tat u loved me just as well,
im burnin up within, while you're burnin in hell,

and i regret in pain, but the pain is my only friend,
as i cry on your hollow grave,i want my life to end,
there's nothin left from the yesteryears,
these parasites have turned my pain into blood drenched tears..

Counting down the days when you walked out that door,
tasting your last graven kiss tats stained my lips forevermore,
and now i lye amidst the guilt of a life i could have saved,
all this i say as i lye to die upon your grave..

1 comment:

confused and composed

I know you are not good for me...But it's worse without you...even when I don't want you...I end up needing you...you are my favouri...