I am buried in the cemetery of the living

Watching mournfully

As I lose out waiting

Waiting for a cause

To match these effects

I am dying in the

Cemetery of the living

He walks by with

A cold breath at his side

The flower has died

Wondering where I lie

Its hard for a heart to beat

When your surrounded by graves

Graves holding the living

That little girl passed

The one I once was and

She kicked the dirt of my grave

And smiled

Told me I had a choice

To rise and play

Or remain the same

Dying in the cemetery

Of the living

Coincidence stood by

Forcefully shedding a tear

But Shrugged his shoulders

He had shown up, pointing the way,

So many times

But I forgot how to listen

Slowly I sank into my grave

Where I am now living

Living so still in this shallow shell of mine

My soul rose up

Bored of my demise

And decided to join the life of the living

I am here empty where most

Lifeless souls do die

But I beg

Pull me up

Push me out

Into the world of the living

Because I would rather die living