Death-
A single black rose...

I used to wonder,
How deep I'd cut...

The sun sets
On a cemetery.where...

Every morning I wake,
Expecting...

A dark night,
No light in sight...

We were in school,
Me and my goofy man...

They say,
Home is where the heart is...

Walking in the dark,
Not noticing the cold...

Mashed potatoes,
and gravy...

There's so many things to miss,
Especially when it comes to you...

When shall the child
Of my dreams...

My mess,
Is clean...