I like to go to the exhibition with youI like seeing your lovely silhouetteYour pretty eyesI like walking side by side with youHolding handsWhen you leaveI stand thereCounting the daysWhen your descent faceWill appear back.

I like your imaginationI always want to find an excuseTo talk to youAnd when I doI always smile.

The walls of this tomb breathe, disturbing years of dusty memories  icing over my sunken corpse.   I’ve lain frozen in time since you sealed me in this eternal bed.   Darkness. Oh, how I’d love for the light to find its way pass the coffin lid.   Now and again, I’ll...