Cold wind brushes against my cheek,
The atmosphere around me depressing and bleak.
My heart is beating at a million miles per hour,
I won't look at you – I don't have the power.
They're closing your casket, and cutting off the air,
The sky grows dark as you're lowered to your lair.
A lair of depression, isolation and solitude,
Where skin turns pale from the usual color olive.
I feel the heartbreak of the ones who are near,
We cry in unison, starving for your presence here.
But as they lay the mud, over your home,
A part of me dies; again, I'm all alone.
I'd beg you to come back, while on my knees
But I know that won't work, so my heart grieves.
Loneliness doesn't begin to describe,
How my heart is broke, and the pain won't subside.