Poem to the Forgotten

Not far away from this moment
Hides an ugly lie called me
The face is all but forgotten
so she hides her face well

Where the hate lies it´s pawns
there i suddenly die young
there ain´t nothing sweeter than this place
the place i dig my grave

(my grave is under junipers, my grave will hide this deep, my grave will show no signs of truth, my grave will rest me deep.)

Not far away from this day now
Hides every word you said
they whisper things i can´t forget
and tell me little tales

Where lines of sanity
form these pages
There i finally rest my pain
my growing anger of everything

(my grave is under junipers, my grave will hide this deep, my grave will show no signs of truth, my grave will rest me deep.)