The Dirty Patches

The patch of dirt on grassy lawn
speaks louder then the stone
that lies above the slushy mud
where grass is neatly grown.

The only thing that I can smell
is metal, sterile, clean.
I taste tears and sobs and heaves,
that isn't what I mean.

I trusted him, he lied, my love.
told us you had a chance.
i'm drowning in my memories.
you wanted to see france.

remember all the bike rides that
you promised we'd endure.
this poison that is memories
has not a single cure.

i wish i'd seen it sooner, love.
you're head hurt, that was all.
how i missed your rotting cells
I dont want to recall.

i cannot help you anymore
your time is simply up.
now all i say to that, my love,
is HEAVEN. WHAT THE FUCK?

WHY'D YOU HAVE TO TAKE HER NOW?
I THOUGHT GOD'D SAVE US ALL!
BUT NOW SHES GONE AND IM ALONE
AND I'M BEGGING TO FALL.

WHY HER? I PRAY YOU ANSWER ME.
SHE WAS A SAINT INDEED.
SHE WAS SO SOFT AND SWEET AND GOOD
PURE, SHE LIKED TO LEAD.

NOT FAIR, NOT FAIR, YOU LEFT ME HERE.
TO ROT ALL ON MY OWN.
THIS FUCKING LIFE IS KILLING ME,
AND SO'S LIFES FUCKING TONE.

OF LOVE AND DEATH AND LIVING ONCE,
BUT WHAT IS IT ALL FOR?
TO PLEASE THE FUCKING GOD ABOVE?
HE'S NOT THERE ANYMORE.

I would know, cus if he was,
she would be here, with me.
but she fell ill, inside I died,
and dead is all we'll be.