Without A Trace

From the point of view of a ghost hoping its remains will be found. Haunting.

Without A Trace

The coldness of my body
under the sand
the heat of his anger
is why we ran
feeling nothing at all
but I remember the black
a strange night in December
no moon shown above
all I felt was the gloves
thoughts flashed of who it was
here I am thinking of the
only one I have loved
but it can't be cause
I feel he is sadden
here with me below
my one true husband
our bodies now blue
beneath the waves
he couldn't keep bottled
all his inner rage
finally our remains
have been found
brought back up
from the chilling ground
at last I feel the
heat on my blue face
our murder, thank goodness,
hasn't gone without a trace
now that crazed man will
be brought to justice
and bring some peace
to all the people who miss us