The Night Talks • Vents

dead flowers

my grave sits empty
no one bothers to put flowers anymore
why would they if they die upon contact
petals litter the stone

the grass is browned
just above my casket
while surrounded by lush green
the stone is cracked

maybe try putting dead flowers
cant kill whats already dead
oh they look so pretty too
words are sloppily carved

dead roses
hard and brown with rings of red
such a beautiful sight to the sad
the stone crumbles