the arctic monkeys series [5sos]

16

We played Fireside

At her funeral.

It was her favorite song

And the last song I heard

Before she died.

It played quietly in the background

As her casket was lifted

And placed into the Earth.

What a silly thing to do;

Bury someone when they die.

As if trying to get rid of all the memories

By burying them under

Layers of dirt and decomposed flowers.

That's where my Lottie was now

Among the dead flowers

And living her life like she was already dead.

I saw Michael at the funeral too

And I debated on whether or not

I should punch him

For murdering her.

Murdering my Lottie.

He was nothng but a murderer

For putting her

In a casket

For making

Her heart stop beating

For causing her

To leave me

When she promised

That she wouldn't.

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cries violently

it's almost over sighs