my death

done by M.Forde

for the death of myself
i reach inside of my heart
to turn the pain to filth
to realize it's torn apart

falling to the ground
taking on the stain
looking at those around
the death falls like rain

crying out to grace
that life was never pure
black dirt in my face
death felt so sure

for death of myself
new meaning for pain
took death off the shelf
took death in the rain.