Death saturated my sanctum, I died in the river of life, as water ran dry to broken bones. Where sand found me sinking quickly, and dirt blanketed me since birth.
As I inhaled darkness, each day I died anew, I realized more I longed for you. Who? Yes, you… The blade of grass that stuck out above miles of sod, those (Facades.)
Though your physical death left pang lingering, I shed a tear each year of smiles, only because I know you’re now living. God knows death here was unkind, and walking in the light was only possible for you.
As I rewind this tainted tune, it skips on the record player of my soul, the one that’s hollow, and filled to the brim with fatigues venomous voids.
Knowledge always fills me with sorrow, and nothingness is what I lay my thoughts upon.
Three years and passing, I dedicate my suffering to you, for as you soar high above, or rest in the slumber of no tomorrows, my wings sever with each moment, thinking of the hopes of heaven, or at-least yearning for peace not of this world.
A bleeding heart pumps for you on this earthly soil, but may we reunite once again, six feet under, or in the sky of shelter. I love you, yes, you. As I remembered our last dance, three years and passing.
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