Holding on to this grave,
My tears pour like the rain.
Can you hear me crying for you, my love?
I still feel your warmth;
Though six feet of cold dirt keep me from you.
I can still feel you breathing.
This overwhelming wind is getting stronger.
I feel it trying to take me away from you.
Oh, my love, don't let go of me,
Hold on to me and be torn from your grave.
We'll be thrown into infinite blackness together,
Forever drifting away from eachother,
And closer to eachothers arms.
Look me in the eyes and tell me your dreams,
All I want is to make them come true.
Hold my hand, and I'll hold you close to me,
We'll stare into the mystique of the universe,
Just like the way I stare into your eyes.
In the wake of all this chaos,
I come back to reality.
I realize that I am still kept from you,
By six feet of this cold cemetery dirt.
I am no longer crying for you on this grave,
But rather, it is me laying dead in this casket.
I can hear you crying for me,
Holding onto this grave.
But can you feel my warmth?
Can you even feel me still breathing?
Because I'm dead without you... |
Submission Name: Cries of a Dead Soul
