“Flowers” by Jeremy Clarke


someone stole the flowers off my grave
even in death they seem to torment me
in life i could not be saved
simply wasted away
because my heart was darkness
that contain the pain
i needed no roses
what is the world to a mindless fool
perhaps at death i was at my best
it was then i wanted to live
now am cover in dirt
looking from the other side
and even in death
the emptyness cannot hide
what faith i have not
such pain i have endure
but this is the end
no other chances to begin
so someone please return the flowers to my grave
maybe then
this place would have some kind of life