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I failed at my own funeral
This is what I’ve always expected

I never wanted to get buried
Fought tooth and nail against it

My death is clinical
My death is physical
But I’m still alive
Too alive to go back home

I’ve lost you
to another man

I would’ve done everything for you
But you were with him all the time

You like to get me and my love buried
You want me to get back home again
But my emotions keep me alive forever
And my feelings still waiting for reunion

And as I lay down here
I’m still scratching and fighting
inside my casket of oblivion

I will never go back home
As long as my love’s gone

Hi MP,

for your eyes (only):
http://www.leselupe.de/lw/titel-Autumn-State-of-Being-85906.htm
http://www.leselupe.de/lw/titel-White-Lillies-–-White-Lies-85269.htm
http://www.leselupe.de/lw/titel-Shiver-Autumn-Blues-V-85140.htm

Some Shakespearian sonnets to bury oneself deep in mourning.

Stay tuned and thumbs up!

cu W.