Endless Night

Bury me, bury me deep underground where I belong, where nobody can hear the screaming, the constant battle being fought inside my head. Let the soft, cold dirt take me to a place where time will cease to exist. Set a flower over my tombstone, an offering to a corpse, a shell of what I could've been, had the world not been so. Let mother nature patch the hole left in the earth, let new life grow atop my rotting remains, and let father time make my memory fade, and those left behind return to their lives. Yes, let the dirt fall over my empty shell, let the light of the candle burn out. Make me a ghost, a distant memory.