A dusty, cold grave;
For an icy heart.
The corners have caved;
Its lost its spark.
A gold plated name;
Left completely untouched.
They're only to blame;
For not caring enough.
No one lies flowers;
No tears have been wept.
No one grieved for hours;
Everyone's glad they've left.
We both know you're dying;
So go on take a peek.
The gravestone isn't lying;
The truth is all it speaks.
Wipe away the grime;
Your knowledge is overdue.
You're running out of time;
"Here Lies You"
VOUS LISEZ
Dear Mentally Insane
PoésiePoetry is the writing of our deepest, darkest, most inner thoughts. When speaking isn't enough and your voice falls upon deaf ears, writing is our only refuge. Join me and experience the workings of my mind in my collection of original poems. (Credi...
