My tongue is tied and my heart has stopped. In a few minutes rigor mortis will set and I will begin to rot. My heart has stopped because I lost a love. A love so deep that it ran along with my blood. My skin is dry and my eyes a void. Without that love my life has been destroyed. I let go of something that I should have kept. Now I am on my way to lay in my crypt. There are many tears and many moments of grief. The only items I hold close to me now are the flowers that are on my reef. My nails are long and my hair still grows. I can't believe I'm getting buried in these clothes. The same clothes I wore when I broke your heart. And now the burial ceremony starts. They lower me into a hole that's deep and dark. My life is over and I didn't even leave my mark. The lowering has stopped and the casket is still. I didn't even have time to write my will. The hole is now dark and filled with dirt. If only I could have made it work. And now that I have died from grief and pain. The embalming fluid sets in my veins. Maybe there is a way that I can rise on the third sunset. I think there is a way I can repay my debt. If I say I'm sorry and I want you more. Then my blood will flow and my eyes will no more be sore. My skin will moisten and my eyes will see. That the only thing I need is you here with me. My life has started and I have been born again. Now I confess to you my every sin. Lets not let me die again.
