13 February 2013

As I walk through the kitchen, It's funny that you mention, You don't want a fancy funeral. Just a cremation. As my intention, You'll never know Because it'll never show.

Look, look at the snow.

One blow, and you're done. It's obvious who's won.

I dragged you outside And watched the fire burn; tall and wide.

Your lifeless eyes watch me, And I don't feel guilty.

I pulled up a chair, And watched you burn,

Carving a simple phrase into your urn.

"I never loved you, it's all a lie. I've been waiting for the day you die, no remorse."

RayBearLove Is Fake And Can Be Broken • Opuss № I