My Sweet Grave Digger

imploding upon myself

My ribs ache,
from this poison I swallow,
his blue eyes reflect,
on my eyes gone hollow-

I should be asleep,
but i'm singing his favorite song,
I get lost in the clouds of smoke,
and bleed all night long-

I hate myself for grieving,
I know I shouldn't care,
I just can't shake the feeling,
that I should kick the chair-

So I cover all the mirrors,
My feelings a disgrace,
because whenever I look at my own reflection,
I can only see his face.