Regrets they say are better left behind,
Prayers to a god enshrined,
I don't believe in it anymore,
This darkness gripping the core,
A soul that was cracked,
With that premature goodbye,
I can't see you anymore,
But what was the reason for,
The closing of this door,
Memories existing in a closed drawer,
Every day your body decays,
My mind and strength frays,
reality slips,
Another of many nightmarish trips,
To the realm of yesterday,
Things I long to have the chance again to say,
The birth of christ marks the day of the buried,
A day my emotions are varied,
Feeling weary,
This month eyes grow teary,
Remembrance of a casket,
Even now in sadness I can't mask it,
It only gets worse,
And though I know it isn't a curse,
It began the day I saw the hearse,
If only I could keep you,
But that could never be true,
Skies of grey not blue,
Envelope my world,
Defenseless laying curled,
It kills me to see your ghost,
A spectral party you're the host,
Awaiting one the other side,
From this pain I cannot hide,
Engraved memories,
May you rest at ease...
M.H.C, R.I.P.

