Gift of Death

Funeral

I'll lay flowers on your grave
I'll lay flowers on your grave
but I cannot bear to wait
and watch them wilt and die 

I'm afraid of the pernicious regret
I'm afraid of the pernicious regret
This serendipity will strangle me
and the gift of death will be a perpetual dread 

I was never this numb when I was young
I was never this numb when I was young
Now the hurt lingers and
I hold scars beyond my flesh

I'll lay flowers on your grave
I'll lay my heart in the cold soil
and I must leave
for a shallow progression into nothingness 

The End

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