About a year ago I signed up for a job.
I worked 24/7 until my hands began to throb.
My job was in a diamond mine, working day and night,
We found the perfect diamonds though we had no light.
Five or six of us worked to please our leader,
Who always ended up getting greedier.
Finally we found something that might be pleasing to his eye,
A diamond so beautiful that no one could deny
I got on my knees and handed it in.
He took one look at it, and with a twisted grin,
Threw it behind him so it landed right in the trash bin
Then he grabbed me by the shoulders and threw me back,
He told me confidence is what I lack.
After that day we wanted to hang the jerk,
That invented this sick kind of work.
Finally our shift ended, we could take a break,
That's when we realized our leader was still awake,
I brushed his hair while they fitted his clothes,
We all treated him like the most delicate rose.
Night fell and it seemed that all was well.
We woke up and discovered a hell,
His clothes were stained blood red,
We all gasped in awe as our lover lay dead.
Our passion and persistance was too much,
His skin was pale and chilling to the touch.
The others backed away as I walked forward,
And picked up the one we all adored,
Placed him inside our hand-crafted gold coffin,
We put on the glass lid and our journey was about to begin,
As our brains produced mass amounts of endorphin.
It was sunrise while we carried him up the hill,
No response from him, he was dead and still.
It was difficult as it began to get colder,
Carrying his weight on my shoulders,
Pain and agony coming down on us in the form of boulders.
Despite the difficulty we went on,
Remembering the memories foregone.
We reached the top of the hill at dawn,
We took the gold coffin off our shoulders and placed it on the lawn,
Sunlight hit the glass we made especially for him,
Before it reflected the light into fragments of pain it was quite dim.
As the sun got higher in the sky we still waited,
Only for him and this feeling we've created.
Suddenly his eyes opened wide,
Are we lucky or unfortunate? We can't decide!
We began to wonder if he ever really died.
Insanely angered, he broke the glass with his fist,
Everyone turned to run but we had to resist.
I stood infront in a desperate attempt to protect the rest,
As he took a piece of glass and stabbed me in the chest.