walking through a graveyard late one night,
gazing upon engraved names that don't register in my mind,
would it even matter if they were unmarked?
without a name, no place in my life; what are these tears for?
crying in dimmed moonlight; in a mortal's favorite hell.
weeping for the lost ones six feet above a listless corpse,
closing my eyes I can almost see them walking again...
in the abundance of nothing, i found everything;
only to discover how little that can mean.
feeling every shattered cry: the dreams that have since faded.
embracing a loss that was never mine to hold onto and;
counting numerous cenotaphs, a fallen draft to death,
do they want another enlistment? and when can I join?
blade raised to my throat as I end this final plea,
looking up for a moment to see your still silhouette there,
dropping my blade to the ground as you fall beside me,
and I collapse in your arms, seeing your blue eyes crying;
all those tears for me reminded me how to feel my own pain,
and as long as you're alive and care, I swear I'll never leave.
an army of 1000 unremembered mistakes, can wait for me in hell;
if I'll end up there anyway, I figure it couldn't hurt to stay,
and when my last breath comes of it's own accord;
will your read this faded eulogy, and keep me in your heart,
and see a twisted shadow whenever you feel lost?
just write my unread epitaph in everlasting faith,
and keep our empty worship in the back of your mind...
what is trust; but an innocent's favored crime?