I wrote this one on a simple inspiration; not necessarily a positive one, but an inspiration nonetheless.

i sit here and stare loudly,
wondering what happened.
you used to be alive,
once upon a day.

compared to my worn body,
this decrepit tombstone,
that serves me a seat,
is warm to the touch.

it has been a century now.
silent theft of life
and rest of restlessness...
i've been waiting so long

the feeling i've felt
is still here, but lost.
if love was what i felt,
i still feel it at this moment.

every night i watch the cattle,
they wander the filthy streets,
and think of how it would be
if you were here to prey with me.

open the coffin and dig to the surface.
we can taste the bitter nectar
of iron and warmth
together for eternity.

why couldn't you seize it,
the opportunity to be with me forever.
to roam freely and watch the world
as it grows infinitely

it's too late now;
all i can do is cry invisible tears
in this dryness of love and anger;
my distorted pale face showing nothing.

once upon a night,
i offered you everything.
how am i bearing to live undeadly
forever alone without you?