I wrote you some dirge.
Left it out in the rain hoping it’d carry it to your grave.
It says a few things for September.
The accursed month of asunder.
Did you ever get to read it?
Do you ever think about me, about returning
Or you sit with the devil over tea
And laugh at my mortal heart?
Did it make you feel some sorta way
Knowing you were my world and the elements that sustained it.
Did you even try to fight it?
Did you ever think for a moment that sometimes, people should matter more than peace.
Did it help you rest peacefully?
Is that why you never came visiting?
You ignored all my request for a single appearance.
Or was that the creator waxing in his arrogance?
You were my fire
We were two halves of a whole.
But now that my firestorm sleeps
I find no match to light my soul
In the heart of the woods
There where my soul finds its piece
Where my eyes finds its river
And my heart , it’s break.
I come without roses
To this stone where half my soul sleeps.
To lay nothing but tears
And maybe find a pathway to her embrace.
I am angry Ndaah
Would it cost a dime to create some room for me in there?
Would I be missed outside?
When did that begin to matter?
You have never neglected me
Has Hades turned you against me?
Keep in remembrance that I will lie here.
On this gravestone until you ask me to come in.