28 Jul 2019

Funeral

Our love was young and pure,
And for the cancer of the world
It was the only real cure…

But I was blinded all along
By my ambition and my thought,
She had suffered for too long
‘Cause only sorrow I had brought.

Every time she reappeared
Out of true love and compassion,
Her wounds were again seared
By a psycho with no ration.

I killed her spirit times again
As my mind was twisted,
And she said “no more” in pain,
Killing me instead.

Even at our funeral,
To her, my kiss still harms
And her cries? Immortal,
In my dead unworthy arms…

With the last gasp I scream!
For my sick mind is the cause
Of all her pain, and our loss…