diary of a deadman 42

I keep digging an open wound
I keep pouring salt into an open
Afraid if it heals it'll fade away with every memory of you
I've dug it deeper than it initially was
No amount of pain compares to the pain of losing you
I've used your death as my tool
I've used your death as my Muse
If I lose this feeling I don't know what else I would do
There's an empty void where my heart used to be
I constantly try to feel it with memories of you
There's emptiness in my life
That no one knows
I keep images in head of the last breathe you took in my arms
I keep the sound of your voice in my head
Repeating the last words you said while you were last seen alive
I'll do anything to keep the wound open even though it only hurts me inside
The pain your death caused me is the only thing I can rely on
To give me the need to write just a little more
Life is just moving pictures stuck on one single frame
For me there's no moving on
There's no where left for me to go
Your death was the end of my road
If the light lies somewhere at the end of this rope
I'll gladly take my life to be with you and make a home
I can't wait to see one more time
But I've got just one little thing life to do on this other side
I only have one shot to make it right
So one more time
I'm going to dig this open wound
I'm going to pour salt on this open wound
And once again use the pain of losing you as my Muse