Cover Me

Inspired by the cold of winter and the misery and depression it can bring.

Bury me in the dead

of winter.  Dig my

grave with the shovel

of my misery.

 

Choose my place from

deep within the haunts

of a forest.  Look where

the spirits congregate

and ghosts dance. 

 

Chisel my tomb from

the frozen earth and

toss the harden clumps

of dirt into the fire.  Let

the soil char before you

cover me forever.

 

Line the floor of my

eternal bed with raven

feathers and the stems

of a rosebush.  There is

no comfort where I lay.

 

Paint the walls with

the pictures of my

pain. If one day I'm

resurrected they will

know why I exist no

more.

 

Nail my coffin shut

with the nails forged

from the sorrows of

all mankind.  For such

misery and pain shall

not allow this lid of

anguish to open ever

again.

 

Now cover me with

the darkness of all

the nights.  Fill this

gutter with the earth

thawed from the fire

and pack it down with

the screams of the lost

souls that are still

searching for a home.