I'm longing for the flame
to take my death away,
while I decay,
I'm dying still within this grave.
Leave not my heart forever caged,
release me from this broken frame.
I'm dressed as someone I used to be,
I'm laid to rest because I used to sleep,
I'm been labeled with my name and dates,
while all I am so slowly fades.
Copyright 2009 by Dan Bach.