Your lies
were razor-blades across my wrists...

Sky raise
above the burdened souls...

The flowers arranged around her
decorated by beauty...

Standing by the side
of the creamy white coffin...

Death cripples
lurking inside the shadowed corners...

As the petal floats down
rippling againest the pond...

Chains bound my wrists and feet
walls block my thoughts of escape...

The shock when you hear she passed
Takes up your thoughts...

Looking up at the sky
Each day...

You tell me you want to be with me
you touch my skin...

Your touch is like feathers
across a smooth marble surface...

They say life should be easy
They even say it should be great...