One morning I held a funeral for no one else to see;
Laying in my full sized coffin I mourned the loss of me.
When I left my body and I scrubbed away my sin;
Took one last look down at my shell- now tired, worn, and thin.
I'm lost now in an empty hall of a haunting memory;
An in between, my own little hell, of his smile following me.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 9:41 PM UTC
One morning I held a funeral for no one else to see;
Laying in my full sized coffin I mourned the loss of me.
When I left my body and I scrubbed away my sin;
Took one last look down at my shell- now tired, worn, and thin.
I'm lost now in an empty hall of a haunting memory;
An in between, my own little hell, of his smile following me.
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