Depraved

As dust doth settle upon your casket I do not weep, mine eyes remain dry as the warmest summer days on land And though those around me stare I know in confusion For they have not seen inside you or myself, as we do Thy ears perk at hissing, while eyes unfocused in panic For a split second on your resting box From your grave, I keep waiting for your fist waiting for venomous words to spew forth from your lips Lips I had abandoned, for no matter the love I gave through the good, through the bad Bad turned a tad too much as my bones broke, muscles ripped bared screams from fattened lips Today, standing with dry eyes I tell myself again The past was just pretend T'was just a story I had read but months ago A tale, A nightmare of pretense