a sad thing,
something that burns within you,
a passion for someone lost,
a wish for something long gone,
something you want so badly...
you would die for it.
and it's all beneath you,
buried in the darkness,
of the crypt.
Of death.
but you,
there is nothing you can do,
for everything that you say,
cannot bring me back.
cannot bring back the dead,
the lost,
the diseased,
the gone.
nothing.
and nomatter how much you give
for me to come back to you,
for me to see you again,
to hold your hand,
to touch your hair,
to feel your presence,
or for you to feel mine.
everything you hoped for,
everything you always wanted,
is buried beneath you,
inside the grave
beside me.
something that burns within you,
a passion for someone lost,
a wish for something long gone,
something you want so badly...
you would die for it.
and it's all beneath you,
buried in the darkness,
of the crypt.
Of death.
but you,
there is nothing you can do,
for everything that you say,
cannot bring me back.
cannot bring back the dead,
the lost,
the diseased,
the gone.
nothing.
and nomatter how much you give
for me to come back to you,
for me to see you again,
to hold your hand,
to touch your hair,
to feel your presence,
or for you to feel mine.
everything you hoped for,
everything you always wanted,
is buried beneath you,
inside the grave
beside me.
