176 for all that thousand bodies that were buried alive

we wrote about all of thousand bodies
that were buried alive
when they still had their bones on
and their consciousness empty

we were walking down the hall
then you asked
'is anybody aware of what could happen?'
i tried, i did
i wasnt empty at that time

we were making a hole in the backyard
your hands full of black tears
like the mud on your shoes
and then i told you
i wasnt prepare for this ending

i gave you a present, dear
it was sunny outisde
one of those harmfull days
and your eyes shown me
a black hole in them

'¿is this my present?'
i lay down on the grass
waiting for your sharp shovel
to push me in it

so the dust could hide me
so the ground could hold me

i waited for you to slide me down
i put both hands high so you cant reach me
you were still looking at me
you never did

i did it myself