When Your Love Dies

When you die
your veins stop being roadways,
because your blood runs cold.
It freezes and never moves again.

When you die
there will be a funeral,
and people will gather,
white flowers shower the church.

When you die
people cry for a while,
but after that while
they move on, and are at peace.

When you die
your breath stops,
you stop breathing.
No more air to fill your lungs,
no cool night breeze engulfing your throat.

But when your heart dies
and it takes your love with it
your veins are still roadways,
and there are railroad tracks
on your arms.

Your blood will feel so cold,
but it still travels about your body.

There won't be a funeral,
nobody is going to gather.
No more flowers, they're all rotten.

You're the only one that cries,
even after a while.

It's impossible to move on,
and you never feel peace.

Your breath doesn't stop,
but it feels like cement blocks,
and the air that fills your lungs
feels like knives on fire.

When your heart dies,
and your love dies with it
you'll still be alive
but you'll be praying
for a quick death.