I go to funerals

in tall boots

and trench coats

I go to weddings

in pigtails

and fishnet stockings

I went to my graduation barefoot

with black lipstick

smeared across my face

I went to a concert

in my prom dress

with my hair dyed apricot

I go to interviews

covered in temporary tattoos

and a sequins skirt up to there

I go home to you exhausted

terrified of assimilation

avoiding fitting in

I go to funerals

In tall boots

And trench coats

The Perfect ensemble

The boots help

To wade through

The Bullshit

Spewed by

Mourners

No one cared

Before everyone

Cried

Cause

It was

The cool

Thing to do

The trench coat

Shields from

fake tears

I go to funerals in tall boots

And trench coats

Red dresses

And lipstick

Umbrella open

Even in sunshine

Bringing color to grey skies

Oversized Sunglasses

To Hide the tears

Until alone then

Running mascara

And tissues

Gasping for air

Despair consumes

I go to funerals in tall boots and trench coats

My hood pulled over my head

So nobody can see my dead eyes

Because I am always there

At the person's last moments

I watch as the priest goes on

And on

And on

And I wonder

Why must he talk about their soul

Going to Heaven

When I have thrown their souls

In my dump

Which is well overflowing like a toilet

With detached souls

From bodies

That I have placed there

Myself?

I go to funerals,

in tall boots,

and trench coats,

to watch the people cry.

I bring the rain,

to wash the earth,

each time,

that someone dies.

Boots pulled up,

and trench coat long,

I listen to them moan.

And as they leave,

I part the clouds,

and let the sunlight through.

I shed my coat,

and leave the boots,

now that you have left here too.

I go to funerals in tall boots and trench coats,

Never shedding a tear.

Their sudden death by gun shot or slit throats,

Wandering souls know that I'm here.

Dark sunglasses to hide the eyes,

Any proof of happiness.

Stride away in pride, needed proof they died,

What pedophile will I kill next.

I go to funerals in tall boots and trench coats,

What better to hide my heart with.

Just yesterday I was in sandals and spandex, splashing in the tides of the ever approaching ocean with you. Now it's so rainy I need the boots to keep my soul from getting soggy and discouraged.

We're mourn when you wanted us to laugh,

You wished for sunshine and we weep in a downpour of despair,

Black adorns every body here and sorrow is in every pocket of this coat, they weigh me down like chains on my breaking heart.

One day my memories will play the sunshine of you but for today I welcome the rain.

I go to funerals in tall boots and trench-coats

Death by my side.

We walk down that aisle

Between mourners

And those select others.

Tears wet the ground

Where no trees will ever

Thrive or grow.

I go to funerals in tall boots and trench-coats

With nothing on my mind

I loved my life

So full of lies

Now it's time to

Lay down and die

Death grabs my hand

And whispers softly:

'Follow me.'

I go to funerals in tall boots and trench-coats

Death's associate is what I am

Helping others to leave

And those who are just

Passing by.

I go to funerals in tall boots and trench-coats.

I go to funerals in tall boots and trench coats. They were what he would wear, what he would see. We use to jump in puddles him and I we use to run on the sea, only to find the mystery behind us instead of in front, we played Sherlock for us to breathe but his journey ended early and I still alive with my boots and trench coats at funerals, while he is cold under the sea, slowly drifting falling with his trench coats and boots always following him and now they follow only me.

—Terra

I go to funerals in tall boots and trenchcoats

The bullshit runs pretty deep

The water works could flood the streets

But when they were here you could care less

But you care enuff now to clutch ya chest

Screaming """" it should be me"""

But if it could...we both know that choice wouldn't be...

That's why I go to funerals in tall boots and trenchcoats