graverobber

Confessions to the Grave
Too many fingerprints
on your headstone
Loving thoughts poured out
then gone
I still walked with my head up
Precariously perched
Holding my breath
Asleep in the late night
Cuddled in with you
or at least the worms
Bleeding fingers
Hoping not to forget

You

Your end justified my means
You always said I would do it
Just for me
Your plastic forget-me-nots
my final headrest
Tasting cold, blue steel
The muzzle tasted the best
Praying to you now
To help me through this again
I spoke to the other Departed
A captive audience
Just to ask them what to do
To just let go or

Shoot

I thought I saw you then
Picking your way through the isles
Dragging dead flesh and dancing
Peeling and putrid you knelt with me
You told me everything was fine
Blue lips caressing my ear
Wrapped your cold finger over mine
2 lonely tears escaped me
A splitting, creaking smile
and you showed me

Release