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The aftermath of all of our sins

Writing polluted poems on filthy napkins

I sit here alone, this table for one

Still tasting our last goodbye on my tongue

Just one day late and short by a yard

Shedding a tear as I march to the graveyard

Wave “farewell” to our future, bury Tomorrow today

Mourning under the splendid satanic shades of gray



Those three simple words were the last thing you said

Searching for the sun as I replay our final chapter in my head



…I saw so much without ever opening my eyes

And I felt your tears as they freefell from the skies…



Only six feet under but you’re so far away

I stare straight at your picture and painfully pray

The serpent stole my soul mate

Climb out of your casket because I’ll never accept your fate



Wicked wishes and cryptic kisses

Find it hard to recall what this thing called “bliss” is

You lay there alone, your hotel for one

Slit my scars as my heartstrings come undone

I grab my shovel and dig in disgrace

Watching the spiders crawl all over your face

A tear falls from my cheek and lands on your eye

Your pseudo crying makes you almost look alive

I caress your skin with my fingertips

Trying to revive you by kissing the death off of your lips



“I love you too” was the last thing I said

Searching for your soul as I put the gun to my head



…I saw so much without ever opening my eyes

And I found the sun without ever looking up at the skies…



You’re six feet under but so close to me

Break out of your coffin cage and be set free

Let the rain fall on the corpse of my soul mate

I’ll climb into your casket because I’m never again exiting out of this cemetery’s gate



…She said “I don’t like the stars, they always lie

They’re nothing more than empty promises in the sky”

Now she’s my shining star in the sky…



Etch my name under the epitaph on your stone

Buried alive by love as our separation and fate I forbid

Take a final breath as warm skin meets cold bone

And I close the lid