My sanity is for others to grieve
i never loved you,
but i cannot leave.
That beautiful girl that you wake up to see,
reminds you on the inside she could be like me.
So slowly a infection invaded the scrape,
in a daytime melodrama of your melancholy fate.
Shut your eyes, i'll stare you to sleep.
Its to deep, but it feels fine
Its to deep,
Wait,
I am stolen
my body is not mine.
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.
