Damned revenge

At The end you have died
and I prefer not to burying you.
To do it would be as to hide the hatred
and to swallow the rancor.
I must to calm my soul
looking as your meat rots
and your eyes dry off under the pale autumn Sun.
The same Sun that saw how was born
one of the most horrifying histories of love
and that now dries my happy weeping,
while I look at the tomb...
... That you will never have!!!