Dead

There's a fine line
We walk it with every breath
The emptiness of loving you
The memories we dread
Another jaded Christmas
Shitty crackers and brandy soaked cake

No quantity of music can fill the empty space
we don those cheap Santa hats
and skip through the days with grace
Then we drift off to another world
those fine lines we trace

With whispers within a heartbeat
We silently pray
and hear not an answer
just another silent day
walking the fine line between
loving you and dread

You didn't grow your Angel Wings
and you didn't become a star
nor did you float of to heavenly places surrounded by cherubs n fluffiness,,, you simply died.

And after all the words are used up
and tired cliches are spent

Your still dead
And we still miss you