As I lie in my grave I give my life a gentle wave.
For tomorrow I shall not see.
For tomorrow I shall cease to be.
The dirt that covers my cadaver
changes my resolve for this matter.
I sit up in my grave and give my after life a gentle wave.
for tomorrow I will see, tomorrow I will be.
A quiet relection by LachrymoseLibertine, literature
Literature
A quiet relection
A quiet reflection
The darkened skies reflect in your darkening eyes,
while darkening days reflect your darkened ways,
with fear in your eyes
and ice in your gaze
your errant heart looks for better ways.
There is egress but also doubt.
For no redress can you be sure about,
what it is you do know, but by it your life doth swing from to to fro.