you shielded your heart
with a 40 caliber gun,
but i left mine open,
and out in the sun.

i watched children play,
and laugh and sing,
but you only saw the darkness,
like the one broken swing.

life is beautiful,
but you don't have a clue
because you only notice
the one rock in your shoe.

i took you to the park,
so you could see the flowers,
but you ripped them from the ground
and said, "needs more spring showers"

and so after while
i got tired of fighting
you saw no beauty
you only saw a blank tile

but maybe one day
someone will come along
and steal you from
your misty fog.

what will become of me when i die?

will my body offer itself up
to the lost, and lonely stars?
or will i spend eternity in heaven
maybe even possibly hell?

will i just decay
in a wooden box underground?
or become a ghost,
and haunt human lifeforms?

when we die,
do we become something,
or nothing?