Monday, August 3, 2009

You Said Goodbye

I'm planning your funeral
Believe me, you're dead
Your heart is hollow
Likewise vacant is your bed
The love has all gone
And not one tear is shed

There is such a relief
Such a sense that it's right
That this is the justice
That fixes the fight

Because nobody cares
If only in spite
Because nobody knows
Death can live in plain sight

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