Jan 26, 2005 23:27
no word in days
thats been years
the laughing has moved on.
to better things
perhaps a quick jolt of memory
brings you to the person that once was.
maybe a phone call, a letter.
you know better, then to waste a breathe
a moment of your time.
one fucking moment to let them feel alive..
you'll keep that coffin covered
touch it with your mind
"leave them six feet under
we have our new born"
that's another piercing splinter of the flesh
so silent and sweet
i wonder. how blessed your death will be
when i'm resurrected