As I Leave No Flowers

I walk pass you again today.
No longer trying to remember the pain.
Never to wet the cloth that strangled my heart.
I’d sacrificed pride for hate.
In turn you hated me for that.
By you I no longer sit.
Now you lay to a awaited sleep.
Throwing those memories away, in haste.
For that I forever pay in voice.
The dark cloud follow, as once you had.
You walked to death, I continue on by.
Once again you are left by me.
Your face never lasting.
Yet none hated me as much as you.
I believe.
As for that I left now flowers with you now.
Not now, not ever.
For this will the blade cut me?
A stare from you grave will no longer kill me.
I continue to walk with out you.
No longer from the grave yard will I hail.
Now not a stranger ready to fail, I walk.