The sun sets behind the bridge
The shining of the bright moon
sits in the sky
hovering over the water
over your casket
that lays upon the shore
in a bed of wild flowers
sitting just above the ground
awaiting the sea
to wash it away, like you pleased
hoping Heaven looks past your marred wrists
wishing He sees the good in you
hidden by your darkest thoughts
because no one deserves Heaven more then you
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