Another one bites the dust

Another one bites the dust,
The dust on past don't clean,
Another one caught in last,
My verses are put in bin.
Another on hops on dirt,
The puddle of autumn grief,
Another one cut me short,
The light from your eyes is dim.
Another one fall from hill,
In river or ocean wave,
In circle my sinful drill,
We bury it in the grave.
Another one flew away,
Through mountain ice on top,
Another one stole my day,
It's better then stilling heart.