Cemetery

The nippy hands of death are reaching out for me while I aim to break away from their contact. Outlandish do they seem, for the touch is not yours…

The disturbing voices are screaming out for me while I must surrender to their elegy. Foreign do they sound, for the tone is not yours…

The ruthless undertaker has already prepared an eternal residence for me while I try to getaway… Creepy does he appear, for the face is not yours…

The merciless chariots of sinister are already delivering me to my ultimate destination while I strive to runaway… Mysterious do they echo, for the footsteps are not yours…

The epitaph already includes my final lyrics engraved all over the granite while I desperately struggle to decode the content… Mystifying do they appear, for the handwriting is not yours…

The priest is already dedicating a last prayer to me while I helplessly try to roll over in my grave… Useless does he preach, for the plea is not yours…

The graveyard is by now crowded by people mourning and grieving over me, wearing the blackest clothes while I battle with death no more… Strangers they are to me, for the cry is not yours…

The closest family and friends linger longer than the rest, while I closely watch them from the heavens above… Caring do they seem, for you are among them.

As you kneel before my grave… As you yell my name so loudly… As you take the soil off my grave one last time… As you cry your final tear… As you say your final wish…

Just remember that…

The last feeling I felt was your touch.

The final sound I heard was your voice.

The last image I saw was your face.

The final noise I listened to were your footsteps.

The last article I read was your name.

The final command I obeyed to was your wish.

The last person I knew was you.

The only one I ever loved was you.