I have a voice
That speaks to me
I have a voice
In my head actually
I have a voice
That decides for me
I have a voice
That hears me
I have a voice
Tells me what do
I have a voice
That causes disorder everywhere I go
It speaks to me what I already know
Was going to happen to me
But I did it again
I listened to him instead
And now he buried my bones
As he is speaking to my corpse
About how beautiful the world is
When I'm not in it
He wispers into my ear his tear for love
And settles my things in the pond
Makes my grave out of pottery stone
Molds it with his arm and uses the force of his other limps
Into the grave yard he says
Laying me down to rest
He doesn't listen to me anymore
As I struggle with dirt and patter
Letting my corpse rest in his arms
Silent as the sky is
He knows
That he doesn't visit me anymore
Here Lies . . .
I'll let you decide
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