A garden full of sweat and tears
The weeds have choked what once was mine
Each blossom that manages to escape the dark
Have learned to make a difference
A graveyard filled with rotten years
Enveloped by forgotten memories
The night guard keeps watch on the nothingness
On the heavy and solemn eternal embraces
An abandoned swing hangs from the oak
That sits in the backyard filled with heartbreak
Everyone as left and the windows are lacking light
Even the moon cannot break the shield of ivy vines
Through that small window in the top left hand corner
A shard of hope still lingers with the perfume of life empty
One eye is all it takes to glance out and see the landscape
Not a single soul remembers the occurrences in that house
The night guard makes his way as dawn breaks
He's weary from watching over those awful tombs
Up the paths, through the garden, to the front door
A stench floods his nose, but that stench is long gone
It is only a memory of a promise he could not keep
Up to the top left hand corner window
Well, Mr. Gravedigger, bury me soon,
He smiled at the bottle he should have put down
But that was why his beloved family
Rest in the ground behind his house and his garden
The teddy bear in his dead daughter's crib
Reminds him of all the **** that he once did
He screams at the bottle as if it's somehow its fault
That the night guard could not watch over his life
He opens a cabinet and places the barrel
Pressed to his head, then pulls the trigger, but he isn't dead
What cruelty is this? I want my wife back!
The night guard lay bleeding on his sweet daughter's carpet
The sirens started wailing as the sun peeked through
And poor Mr. Night Guard descended to Hell
Well this is decidedly ******...