I've laid too many to rest in the graveyard in my mind... Poof, gone, deleted outta my life... Without a tombstone to identity who's who... I hold the shovel close just in case any other wants to shift with the way they move... as faces emerge to me in times spent alone... chuckles find the memories of luv'rs being groped... twisting reality into a distant calming phase... people were more than lost along the way... buried while still alive as i ignore their chants... testing myself to do better with who speaks n who rants... for lies n judgements have no place in my heart... nor do friendships that do nothing more than pretend to play the part... as faces turn behind the back to spit on thy name... they find the dirt heavy when they cannot reach me with hate... covered in their own doings i set myself free... to live in exile without the scattering of me... as betrayal lays six feet below n i cannot hear a fuckin thing... it's so peaceful knowing knives won't get to me when i blink... as the fake ones have been dismissed from my sighs... sent back to the other side where their existence is in my time... for the burial was swift as a calm settled my nerves... as it was me standing alone without all the bs to be heard... they're all in a hole filled to it's rim just to hear themselves ramble on... i needed not to carry their shallowness to where it is i'm going...
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