Six Feet Soft

Every day I slip away,

In every way the touch decays,

And as I lay beneath the ground,

I'll think of you, safe and sound.

Your soft skin, your smooth lips,

The way those lips used to kiss,

Your soft eyes, your smooth hips,

The thought of which I can't dismiss.

But these eyes don't see, 

And these ears won't hear,

Your tears and screams,

Your sadness and fear.

Because six feet soft beneath the dirt,

My brain is stopped, my heart inert,

All I see is what used to be,

Before my life bled from me.

Reality has it that

my pale face in the casket

broke you. Shattered you

beyond recognition.

And now,

You're different and I'm gone.

Somehow the world spins on and on.