Your Funeral

I’m building a coffin of your size,

Furnish it with black carpet,

I put some flowers, some bloody roses

‘cause at long last your dead.

I’ll mourn but I’ll never cry;

Crying will not raise you from death,

After all you deserved to die.

Your memories now gone,

They vanished like they never happened.

What’s left is great pain,

And the scar of my hatred shall remain.

I’m digging your grave now,

To burry you six feet below

And I have one last wish:

May your soul rest in peace!