Romel Bayot
Blackville, New Brunswick
My DeathMy tongue is tied and my heart has stopped In a few minutes rigor ortis will set and I will begin to rott My heart has stopped because I lost a love A love so deep that It ran along with my blood My skin is dry and my eyes a void Without that love my life has been destroyed I let go of something that I should have kept Now I am on my way to lay in my Crypt There are many tears and many moments of grief The only items I hold close to me now are the flowers that are on my reef My nails are long and my hair still grows I can't believe I'm getting buried in these clothes The same clothes I wore when I broke your heart And now the burial ceremony starts They lower me into a hole that's deep and dark My life is over and I didn't even leave my mark The lowering has stopped and the casket is still I didn't even have time to write my will The hole is now dark and filled with dirt If only I could have made it work And now that I have died from grief and pain The embalming fluid sets in my veins Maybe there is a way that I can rise on the third sunset I think there is away I can repay my debt If I say I'm sorry and I want you more Then my blood will flow and my heart will no more be sore My skin will moisten and my eyes will see That the only thing I need is you here with me My life has started and I have been born again Now I confess to you my every sin Lets not let me die again..