Upon My Grave

The Dark Side


Look at them...
they're merrily dancing,
upon my still-warm grave.


Hear them...
hear them carelessly laughing.
I'm the 'damn' they never gave.


Watch them there...
in their delight,
while I'm still yet tepid of blood.


See them...
without tears in eyes,
to meet dirt and turn to mud.


Behold them...
in their horrid behaviour,
as though never did I exist.


Observe their ways...
their tell-tale signs,
that I shant ever be missed.


Listen to them...
hear their sounds?
So sickening in their glee?


Upon my grave

they're merrily dancing...
with nary a thought of me.



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