Memories Long Forgotten

Memories Long Forgotten

This endless Pain inside
of death that has arrived
a lingering of your voice
replays itself in my mind
watching as you lay there cold and stiff
your friendship not a privlage but a gift
Flesh on bones so pale
your soul not to experience hell
Laying there in a crafted box
stairing at your limp crimson locks
The sound of crying
echo through these hollow halls
out in an endless feild of cold gray stone
a man in black give a speech as though a drone
on looking with sarrowful eye's
lowering this box into a six feet hole
A memory is all they are now
not existing in a physical state
Confind in my head an endless debate
Whats this feeling love or hate
my life is full of miseary
when shall it end?