His eyes were fixated on the spot that she died.
Even though she was gone he could still hear her cry.
With heavy eyes,
He looked back to yesterday.
He was at the same place the days decay.
For weeks his obsession grew some say he was attached to the grave.
Brought there every night like a dog on a chain.
When the wind howled and cut his cheeks
He would swear it was her and grind those teeth.
He was no longer human just obsession hiding under skin and flesh
You could hear it on his breath
"She is here, right here in this grave
her thoughts peirce my mind and take away the day
and if i agree to the way she persuades
I'll be lying here too with nothing else to say"
The days soon passed an he couldn't take it much longer
The sound of her voice kept getting stronger
He united himself to that ground where she was buried
Now forever a part of that cemetery.