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The Burial

nothing left to do,

 coffin open waiting to be filled,

 body not warm enough,

 and you asking

 in that sad sad voice,



bury me.

well love is dead


 i said time

to close the casket lid.

 good bye

 im sorry

 you still want my skin,


 i need to throw the dirt in.

 i need to finish this today

the mourners gave all their wreaths

the priest made his speech,

and you know as well as me

that we

were never meant for anything.

when the dark is closing

remember what we used to be,

then forget to breathe.


About deadendemily

Emily lives in Austin, TX. She has a minor in chaos and a major in spray paint. She likes Vincent Price and ABBA. She enjoys being covered in fake blood and writing horror stories. Most of the time she just hopes that her cat is not plotting to murder her, her cat being a minion of Satan and all. They would never suspect the cat.

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