shivering, aching and soaked in sin
sinking down with the memory of actions, words.
tied down safe from eyes of the mild,
watery grave so black and never ending
sleepy weeds that dance displaying no remorse.
deserved within a world unseen, this is the ending of just this one.
so many more to come.
so many lies undone.
so many wait in the sun.
for now it all seems fine and fun.
till they reunite with the gun.
the one they held and shot, that one.
and then they will share the grave of grief.
all their life they threw away,
the fact that they would die one day,
and meet their Lord and what He'll say,
and then all they know is gone and grey,
in their waiting place they'll stay,
wishing they'd lived every day,
with more than bad and hate to say,
but here they wait as they uncontrollably lay