When we cease our breathing,
When weeds choke our graves
When this house stands mouldering,
From the decay
When windows are shattered,
When glass coats the floor
When the ceiling collapses,
And we are no more
When the front door is missing,
When carpets give way
When floorboards are warping,
And paint peels away
When the locks are all busted,
When the furniture's gray
When the fixtures are rusted,
And our photos all fade
Then maybe they'll find us,
Here under the ground
Buried together,
Eternally bound.
Placed under the floorboards,
Of our very home
Forgotten forever,
The killer unknown.
Entrapped in the darkness,
We can't find the light
Lying here patiently,
Hidden from sight.
What do you think?
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wow
this poem is good. i had a cousin get murdered.. i know the pain! this poem is really good!
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