It is quiet down here
Where they put me to rest.
As the soil poured on,
The rain cried for me–
While you were butterflying with others.
Rain falls often
On the black earth around me–
Reminds of times we walked
In the gardens,
Under the falling rain.
If I knew at the end,
You still forgot me–
As how you had
When I was still breathing,
Then I should’ve asked my heart
To rip out some muscles
For you to fall out
Through the blood I coughed
Each day, leading to the last beating.
Nowadays the rain continues falling
When I hear footsteps
Stumbled in mud.
At times I wish
They would leave me alone
As how everyone did
When I was still in flesh.