As reality begins to sit in,
Making the pain much worse...

Dodging pictures of my kids,
Sadly,
I can't even call them...
IT ONLY HURTS.

Days go by,
Filling me up with sin,
Living like this,
Feels like a curse...

If you could save my heart from dying,
Please note:
I prefer the herse.

You could take those pictures though...
Rest them ever so neatly in hand,
On my shirt.

As my body lays there,
In complete defeat...
Just cover it in dirt.

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