Bury me alive.

For nothing else matters.

It’s not worth a service,

a prayer or even a cry.

I’m as good as dead already.

So why should it matter?

Just bury me.

Six feet for heartbreak,

and another eight

to be sure that

love will not resurrect,

on any given day.


It has killed me,

and you’ve taken off

with the one thing I told

you, I hold

dear to me.

Ashes to ashes;

and dust to love