The Dead's Path

 

Lead the way for the dead.

In your best black

Tear trekked sad eyes

Windy day trail

Let the living follow

Decorated over priced boxes

Housing the departed love

A preserved memory

In chemicals and make up

Covered by earth in passing moments

A stone the only gratification

Of once existence in

The barren wasted land

The dead are laid to rest

 

Author's Note

Cp. 9:40AM Mon 04/21/08 �Guardian Angel� Red Jumpsuit Apparatus Tired eyes, forced continuation, diff flow and thought, lonely (Written, New Word)

Reviews

[Brandon Dunbar]

Nicely done, and well written.