Here I lie with no beauty to my face
It has no cover or color or grace
I feel hundreds of legs pass through this place
I am horrored by the view not once but twice
From here I see all the good and vice
My body alive no more, is my mortal sacrifice
Your tomorrow my never come, like mine escaped me.
Living like an animal so eager to be free
You overlook the deceased as if we are no more
I still am here beneath the dirt you placed upon my door
If I could speak from the grave
Hoping my words would be saved
I would tell society
The truth on eternity
Vividly describing hell
and the angels that fell
I would tell of the sorrow
and bemoan that there would be no tomorow
Then I would protray Heaven
and Him who is my haven
For when they call out His name
They can forget all their pain
This place where I lay is dark, lonely, and hollow
Life is to precious to sit and watch it go by
As fast as it travels even when we watch it could bring us years of sorrow
I have no place to go, with this place I must cope.
Become the living example and give love to those living hearts and hope
Listen to my words this tyme not like before
I am the voice inside your head, the one you have ignored.