I'm already dead.,
I am the unknown.,
The last of the mourners.,
I sit here alone.,
and no one thinks to question me.,
sitting alone so patiently.
what do I wait for?
Why do I stay?
The answer is simple.,
"THE END OF THE DAY".,
For when the moon rises.,
My love shall rise too.,
From his coffin beneath me.,
his skin lovely blue....