Buried Near The Living Dead

i will watch your throne shatter and fall
leaving treads of blood imprinted around my throat
your hands will never be washed away
and my fears will never reduce in exhaustion
since the cold blood brought back the plague of death
the ignorance of you and others followed
will be finalized as i watch them dig for you
when a simple lapse is turned tragedy
cloned forgiveness is not certain
i find myself searching for another way
as my thoughts fell further in denial
i will watch you fail at your attempt
forsaken thoughts of your death
swells in my head with every beat
of my heart shares its aggression
you'll be discovered dead in this existence
because you'll want to remain forgotten
i'll never follow in your untaimed trail
but you will be found breathless with guilt