I visited your grave last night.
The stars burnt my skin,
But i stayed anyway.
I could hear you singing from your coffin;
A soft melody that filled the cemetary
and helped the corpses sleep.
You always had such a beautiful voice.
It made the saddest parts of me become warm.
I do miss you with everything i have...
But missing someone never brought them back.
My eyes were heavy with tears
Salted with my own sin.
Part of me wants to think you're in a better place. But thats only a comforting lie written in an old book of b******t. I believe you're alone.
Suffocated by earth, and your own rotting flesh.
I wish i could comfort you.
Instead i listened to you sing the occupants of the graveyard to sleep.
I left the wilted roses next to your headstone,
hoping you could smell them too.