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“Gravedigger..when you dig my grave could you make it shallow so that I can feel the rain” – Gravedigger (Dave Matthews Band)
Sliding underneath
drowning, dragging on by
letting the water cleanse my empty soul
heavy upon my eyes
like an intruder pressing his thumbs
hard into my sockets
i am breaking away
from the stranger i have become
to all that once knew me
but more so to myself
the beginning of eternal slumber
desolate dreams torn apart
these final acts
will seal my fate
Never again to great vision
to see the streaming sunlight
parading through an open window
the taste of rain sliding in my mouth
i have left no note to show
the words of ending a wretched world
that forever lay bound and hidden
behind my melancholy mask
sick and tired on the consistency of breath
the stress, the self hatred
deepening, grating on old sores
never to be in the body
that had my real name labelled on
living as an animated corpse
a puppet of others guilt
i will no longer settle in this rumble
the broken wreckage of a life
shattered inconsistent hope
i am already gone
I’ve been removed all along
ignoring the natural screams
of a body aching for release
I’m pushing further down
wrapped around the pit of demise
i can feel it strong
death’s arm curling in on me
no thrashing
no broken promises here
an imaginary kneel to the void
remember me how ever you need
to please yourselves
i was never who you saw
my grave will always be engraved
with false inscriptions
the marker
for an unwilling participant
so, scatter me in the memory
of what once never resembled me
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