Days have gone by, months and years.
I still come by to your tombstone, with sweat and tears.
Drinking as i should, but it never was enough.
I should try a different method to put my mind in cuffs.

Why do i visit you, so many times a day.
Maybe because i like to keep my fear away.
In this sacred place, with no such thing as iniquity.
Your burial surely did not feel like serendipity.

I've consumed too much, as if I'd drown myself drinking.
But my mind can't help but say, that my sanity is only a thin string.
The more i come here, the more i lose it.
And yet the loss feels like a gain, or maybe i really am insane..

I see you right in front of me, we're inside our room.
Where we made love for so long, it never felt crude.
I watched you as you changed clothes, arranged what was ours. You loved to tidy...