A/N: This is actually an original poem by me, but it reminded and still does remind me of Vincent. Revised for clarity.
Bury Me
Bury me,
My love.
Forever lost to you I am.The cross I bare is hatred.
Hatred of what we have done,
Created a life that can only destroy.
He who now seeks that which is promised,
After a long, harsh journey.
I can no longer bare it,
Bury me.
Bury my body,
And my mind.
Bury my actions,
And my deeds.
Bury most importantly,
My love for you.
