sorrows of the grave

went for a walk through the graveyard a min ago so go a little fantasy with it

the gravestone reads "a mother , a daughter, a freind"

i wonder to myself how this woman died

i sit and stare at the soil bleached white by the moon

the graves look like broken shards of glass

scattered across sand like an ibithan beach 2 days after the party

all alone except for the corpses in this little sanctuary

i long to be filling one of these graves

i crave to smell the soil and polished wood

from inside my coffin , my garden of eden, my tranquility

but i long to be at your side also

loyal and honest , i want to be part of you

or for you to join me in my little eveless garden

come and save me from the lonelyness in which i have seemed to always abide

distraught at these thaughts of a new ethos i turn a blind eye

and return to how this girl , this spirit , this mother dyed

so i walk and i wonder and i think and i think

until i reach my doorstep and return to sanity

and realise that my mortality is what i make it so

my grave will be dug deep soon

and i can smell the wood and soil

like in my dreams once more

Author's Note

ignore grammar issues im tired