Monday, December 09, 2013

The Perfect Grave



I don’t want the sun to part the curtains of dirt
And wake you from the sleep I put you to
I don’t want drops of rain to trickle down
And dampen your peaceful shroud

Where can I bury you, my love?
Where can I bury you?

I don’t want you to listen to songs of hope
And reach out for the life above
I don’t want you to grab on to words of courage
And drag yourself away from the truth

Where can I bury you, my love?
Where can I bury you?

Where no one will ever find you
Where no voice will ever reach you
Where no light will ever trace you

Where can I bury you, my love?
Where can I bury you?

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