I buried you today
Now it's time to walk away
And leave this all behind.
A life that once held sunshine
Is black and full of hate
As I buried you today
I took everything you once gave me
And I put them in the grave
When I buried you today.
Every memory, every picture
Everything that was you
I put in a box and I buried
That box with you.
"Yes"
I buried you today

Done thinking you are the one
Hate to see you cry alone
Weeping inside a dark room
That hurts so bad, even after my doom

You've been placing bouquets
Every day, I try to reach out
I could smell the Blue Lady you spray
And the Jasmine flowers you wear

Somethings
Always come to an
End.
Fighting or Loving
Punching or Kissing
At some point
It ceases,
And we live
in the memories
Of the yesterdays.
And as the sun comes
To end the day,
My life has ended
Because you are in
A shallow grave

She sat with smoke in her hand,
holes in her heart,
blood on her wrists,
and pain in her chest.

Noone understood,
noone tried,
noone cared,
atleast that's what she thought.

She had given up on it all,
love,
family,
friends,
life itself.

She was broken and bruised,
simply confused,
lonely she cruised,
day to night, night to day
all by herself.

"What will the future bring",
she thought for herself,
searched for answers she never found,
moved from cigarettes to the needle,
all she needed was one hit, just one hit
maybe everything would go away
It didn't go away...

One hit turned into many hits,
homeless and sick,
cold and hungry,
on the ground,
she was never found,
in time...

The girl who had given up,
soon became a body so cold,
started to rotten,
and now her body reflected how she felt all along,
she was dead, dead to the core.

The girl who had given up,
and everyone gave up on her too.

She simply crossed the border,
the border from life,
and into the grave...

Just yesterday the kid
The dream of future built.
There was a man just yesterday,
Today he's in the grave.

I hear the preachers warning word:
"Soon is the end of the world"
That's a lie. Believe or not -
Everyone his own has got.

look back on the rubble
excavate every jagged shard
and splinter on my heart;
ache with me your
wounded finger
and find me in the hurt.

see you here.

gently pluck fragile shrapnel
from the heap of debris;
i am below here in the rubble
of a you and me.

yet do not be so gentle
with these fragile shrapnel
because even to bits
i am enamored;
crush the fractals between
your curious fingers,
pain me once more again
until the pieces are dust
that weathers to the wind,
let the breeze know
of my mourning.

and then maybe you
are needless now
to dig me from the sand
i am interred deep;
after all, i found comfort here,
and sound sleep.

but one thing to remember, love,
when you shovel me out my grave
look me in the eye, burier,
you are forgave.

see you again.