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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Death · #1656718
experiancing people crying for you when you are dead
I can feel you watching me and feel your tears fall upon my cold fleash
I can hear you scream out my name in agony and remorse
I can hear your heart beat pick up and your breathing turns to gasps
The winds are singing me a song of pain
The ocean cries tears on the inside as the waves crash against the surface
The leaves turns black so does your tears
Some tears of joy some of pain
They close the handle of my coffin
And we go for a ride in the car to the place where you will bury my body
Once we get there they take me and my black coffin out of the back of the car
And lower me in the cold damp ground that's deeper than the abyss
I hear the dirt knock above my the coffin door as the preacher begin talking
I'm all alone and buried deep in the black coffin
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