Died like a rainbow
Made out of dust
Then dusted out of existence
Broken bones, like the face I frown
Gone for good is Mary
I thought she was mine
My heart is very heavy
I'm tired of carrying it around
Charity was ill, now she's sick of me
My absence is her very medicine
She's addicted to not seeing me
Still, I was no where to be found
The very star that burns me
Keeps me alive
Preserved me for death
Then buried me alive
How?