• misfitwords 31w


    Pray for me while I die
    light no candle
    Let me raise to the stars in darkness,

    The scars, the skin I leave back
    bury them, without the flowers I gave you
    Let them not rot on my grave as me and curse,

    The blood , the sweat that stained up your hands, whiffed your floors,
    hide them well
    Let them see you flawless as I did always;

    The remorsed face, the fear from the act
    mask them , wear no black as you bid me farewell,
    Let all see MY LOVER , and not the murderer in you.