March 8th, 2014

We buried you today
and I couldn't stop wondering
with the sky the darkest of grays
when you'll start truly suffering.

The worms will help the process along
with your rotting flesh and bone
as you go to hell where you belong
away from what I once called home.

And the Devil will have to decide
what punishment suits you best
because there's a thin line that divides
murder and theft.

But with the peace I've found
I'll remember what you made me go through
and that I put you in the fucking ground
long before I'll ever forgive you.