We were killed long ago

As we were stabbed to death by some crazed guy

Having such woe

Contemplating why it happened, why?

How can I still think, still write?

Well, both my lover and I died

Buried under ground, hidden from the light

There were people around, who were upset, who cried

And that was it

Nothing, nothing at all happened after dying

Nothing changed, not a bit

It was just us buried together, our bodies lying

Until I suddenly felt something

I started to think and saw that I was trapped

Move my fingers, felt a sting

I finally snapped

Back to the life I was in

But now confused, scared, and stuck

Like a man rotting in jail over his sin

Over his bad luck

I tried to get out

By pushing against the wooden surface

Then I thought punching would work, I had no doubt

To get me out of this

Some time went along

I had to wait

Until I punched through that surface, firm and long

I got through it and the dirt above it, I now must find my Kate

I looked filthy, raggedy, and messy

I was disfigured, foul, and was rotting

I was not feeling much glee

As I was continuously struggling

Walking through the graveyard

Looking for a tombstone that had her name engraved on it

In a deck, I was a lost card

Lost in all of the shit

Until I did find her

Or at least I found her grave

I was not too close to the grave, though, I was a good sir

That, and I did not know what was going on, so I was not really brave

I waited for her to rise out of the ground

But nothing happened, nothing at all

I stood there while nothing occurred, not even a sound

It made me feel quite sad and was pretty dull

That is until I turned around and looked up

And there she was out of the blue

Approaching towards me and saying “‘Sup”

To which I said that too

We held our cold, messy hands and felt good

As we walked together with most of our distorted parts

And tried not to be distracted by the noises and bright light as best as we could

As we continued to love each other from the scars on our hearts