Scratches On My Gravestone

| To My Dearly Beloved: Reprise |

Beautiful smile, where will I breathe in your corruption?

Fragile, frozen, disillusioned in destruction,

Pains me to wonder why I long to see you live.

If only mistakes could melt away, disintegrate.

My spirit grieves, uncertain and afraid.

These tears are my newfound inspiration;

Shattered glass, I swallow all our broken pieces,

Savour the flavour of my dearly beloved.

These little things are worth remembering.

The smallest victories are worth celebrating.

And maybe I should have faith in words left behind,

But it is not enough to rid myself of your stain.

It is not enough to make me whole again.

You disappear, silence slipping through my fingers...