Cries of the Past Underoath

It happened all so fast, heavy with sleep, my eyes closed...
The next thing I remember was crawling out from the car
And seeing you lying there
Holding your head, kissing you for the last time
The taste of blood on my lips...
Your clothes torn apart, perfumed with gas
It seems like it was yesterday when the rain poured down
I can still hear your screams as if it was happening all over again

Saturday, December 4th: that night would become a grave that would crush my heart
Joy and laughter exchanged for grief and silence
Searching for so long to find you
And the moment I did, you were ripped from me...
Laying here on this empty shelf never to be read again
In these pages lies every memory of you
The wind blew your heart over my eyes
And I slept for days praying not to awake
But these dreams can only last so long
Facing the day looking through these tears
I'll always look back and remember that night as you lay there
Looking over that casket, seeing your face...
Times of past rushing by...
Touching your cold hand, wishing it would touch me back
You look so pretty lying there, just like the first day we met

It feels so real; like old times, but it's nothing, it's nothing...