Grave

Had I been soothing my grave- aloof and dim

The girl on my beneath sighed grimly

Eyes sewed and white

Had I been crying on my grave?

Drastically implied among my eyes

She wore blood with tears

bore with black void

here she screams silent

here she died breathing

Had I been sleeping on my grave?

In pudent reckless weeps

dried, declined haptics

Under cements with lilies scent

Yet the stenches still seep

Had I been soothing my grave- cold and deep