Like Eric & Shelly

It's raining on my grave
And it's raining in my heart
I've been dead for a whole year
And it's not even the worse part

She is buried next to me
But I woke and she had not
I don't want to live without her!
The only thing I can think about, is her! and the night we were shot!

A crow sits on my tombstone
I think it wants me to follow it
So I get up and re teach myself to walk
Then it leads me to a very familiar piece of shit!

There is a guy in an alley
Sticking up another poor young couple 
The same guy in fact 
The one who caused me all my trouble

I say lessons never learned old friend!
He turns and says (no!, you're a ghost!
I killed you last year!
At your funeral I gave a toast!?!)

Yet here I am!
He shoots me again
And I laughed in his face as the bullet did nothing

I walked towards him 
He pops off another round
I pretend that it worked 
And I fall to the ground

He came to see if I was dead
Then searched through my pockets
Then I dug my thumb nails
Deep into his eye sockets!

I told him as he struggled
It's not so bad you killed me 
But her why her?
In the middle of his screams 
He said fuck you!.....and her!

I got up and grabbed his gun
Out of a puddle of mud
There was a loud bang
And a sudden thud

The crow took me back
Back to my resting place
But I wasn't ready 
I wanted to see her face 

So with my bare hands 
I dug till I reached her
And went back to sleep
In her coffin , next to her

By LukeCoomer ©