Gazette - Burial Applicant

Hello, my dear, kill me, gently
A burned body doesn't leave you.
If you wail that you cannot save me,
Have you at least seen death?
Can I take your ragged breathing, as a fake act?

Under the creaks that rain upon me
The trembling won't stop
I will breake my ties with the pain that
I can only understand with my mind

Die for me, for me... you can't save it
It's wrong? Answer me
See, let your eyes
Sway and waver
Because theres no lies in spilled tears.

My hand... eyes... mind... and breath..
What is left in the end
Are the rotten memories
That have been burned
And the remains