As I spiral down
Into the deep sense
Of Depression and Regret
I was for the beckoning Finger
Of Death to comb my shivering
Neck.
We all want something
I chose death
So that I can escape
The wicked sense of humor
This world has.
When it comes to replaying
My life
I regretful that I let this Secret
Follow Me
To the wooden bed
Under the Earth.
But I am glad
I wanted to die,
So someone could
Unravel the secret
That was almost like  bullet wound.
Finally I will get Justice.
And I will dance in
The After world
Where I am bounded by Freedom

Back seat of a car, happiness on my face, just coming from the city.
It's daytime; sunny and warm so I've got the window down.
My head partially sticks out as my hair flies all around and I can barely see.
As we pass the cemetery, I do see now because we are coming to a stop sign and the wind comes to a halt.
One woman sits by herself on a stone bench.
She is alone, but she is admiring the nice day, same as anyone else.
She stares at the sun before it gets too bright for her eyes and she looks back down again.
She is far away from me and I wish my vision was good enough to see her better.
She sits peacefully as she stares at the graves, maybe one in particular.
I wish I could see if she was crying or if she was holding it together.
As my car picks up speed, I watch her until my head can't turn to face her anymore.
I think about her for the next minute, wondering if she too thinks this is a beautiful day or if she despises this date in particular.
Different lives are occurring outside of our own that we are unaware of.
I'm unaware of what this woman is going through and she is unaware that she sparked this interest inside my head.
She is still unaware who I am and that she inspired this poem.
**Thank you ma'am. I hope you're doing okay.

Look into the dark eyes of pain
And you will see your eyes
Search through the dark faces
And you will see your lies
Feel the cold of the night on your neck
And you will know you’re alone
Touch the ground as you slowly fall
Touch the faces of those fallen before you
Dirt hits your face just like those you’ve betrayed
See them smile as they lower your grave

The burning fire
Of the bewitching orb
Comes to end the sweet day.

Our day,
In which walk on the tiny granules
Of the endless sand
Staring at the beauty
Of our love.

Once the sun sets,
I know our time has come to an end
Because now I am filled with
Memories whiles
In you are in the grave
Dreaming the night  away.

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Life is my grave
Yet I don't rest in peace
Dirt  clogs up my windpipe
Bugs  crawl into my ears
The blackness  engulfs my vision
And I gasp for breathe
As the *******  stab me
Relentlessly in the back
With cruel whispers and rumors
Predatory  glints in their eyes
Finally choking me
*With their hypocrisy