Burial

Shaking
Crying
Just where you left me
Just like you dropped me
Stopped me
Wrecked
Pieces
Lying in a pool of blood
Apparently obsolete
Time creeps
The sun burns
The moon swallows
Tide creeps
But don't you worry
I will be here
I have found a way to drown
My casing will turn to stone; to dust
My tears will run down; pool to glass
My blood will seep; soil gives birth to dark, dark roses