Emotions digging myself deeper than 6ft.
Being left alone as the night creeps in.
The souls escaping from the original body.
The soil cutting any light source entering.
The bugs trying to find a source to munch on.
The wind turning from a slight breeze to a blizzard, to cold for any angel to fly.
Either a peace offering or a place to pray.
A hundred years from now someone else will be put over that one person and just like that all will be forgotten just another star in the sky.
Dead weeds over statues and over the death stone.
Every once in a while flowers and a rose laying ontop and deteriorating as time passes by.
Wondering what that one person would be saying if they were alive.
Would they be telling you to stop crying or just watch you in silence like now.
You miss that one person so much but you can't bring them back, only reuniting after your time comes and you pass away. But do we know that's true? No.
So we just go with the flow like everyone and live life to the fullest.
