I am the one who glazes eyes.
I am the problem you despise.
I am breathing, I am alive,
I am the host in which silence thrives;
Don't hold a funeral because everyone is fake,
add my ashes to your birthday cake,
I take no pity, you did no wrong,
I was never born,
I didn't belong.
Clench your teeth before you speak,
my ghost cuts out your tongue while you're asleep.
Don't worry angel, i'll open your scars,
death is a carousel that can attach to cars.
Drink the water, it's yours to keep,
flood my coffin at 6 foot deep,
I have the key to the cellar door,
to burn the body that's under the floor.
YOU ARE READING
My Sweet Grave Digger
PoetryI use to have an anger so big, it could fill up any house. Poems from the garage attic.
