Saying Good Bye

was it your conscience,
or was it your physical presence.
Is it the memories of you,
or is it these cemeteries for so few.

Either way I've no idea
where to stand,
What to say,
or how to move towards the future.

The only part of this tragic life that seems to sustain
is the part that seems to remain
Its all those times that you caused me so much pain.

Anyway, I suppose its that time
when I have to say, the dear... departed... good-bye
After all its your death day
and theres nothing really I should fear
because the guy who has no reason has been,
and taken the best damn thing, life itself.

Formerly known as the one and only reaper.
He popped in through the night,
avoided your dream catcher,
and removed the one and only thing,
his teacher could teach.
It was "your" soul, as you lay there praying for better.