Fireflies buzz around the light, while I get blisters from the use of the shovel.
Besides on the damp earth rests the odd shapes box, within my pride once was.
May we go straight to heaven and go unnoticed for ½ hour before he knows.
As the clouds gather for thunder and storm, I leave my job done.
Walking amongst the past, with no fear of knifes in the back.
Cold, clay, clamp, pale, white and with-out name, the steps on long aisles.
Aisles with prisoners with no escape, yet with only 9-feet to withhold.
mesmerizing on the worth of a ring – dear fiancé, what have I done?