Cherished by the dark,
the night swallows you,
with blackness looming over,
I'll dig a grave for two
Insects drag their legs
over your fragile skin,
with a fantastic plastic bag,
they make a home within
If I should die before I wake,
the devil claims my soul to take,
he's watching me twist around the chain,
intoxicated from power,
but it's never in vain
You're curled up tight to be reborn,
I'll sleep soundly tonight
but your life I mourn-
I've been caught in front of your cynical shrine,
I can't bring myself to look at you,
liquid sunshine.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
My Sweet Grave Digger
ŞiirI use to have an anger so big, it could fill up any house. Poems from the garage attic.
