Dig deep…

Dig your own hole and I’ll cover you up. It’s not that I hate you but there’s no loss of luv. Lay still until you sleep and the earth will blanket you to keep you warm. I’ll do it slowly so you know you’re needed no more. I ain’t mad nor am I bitter nonetheless. I just believe your existence would be better put to rest. Grab a shovel a move some soil to the side. Crawl down and get comfy deep down inside. Into a place where we’re safe from the person you’ve become. Trusting one thing, there’s no loss of luv. In your bed I’ll lay roses for you to smell with a smile on your face. Just relax as the dirt tucks you in to the lack of pain. You’ve earned the privilege to remain motionless as you drift off alone. In depths you’ve created with every over the shoulder grunt that moaned. Put some elbow in the digging of the never more. And we’ll be forever grateful to be rid of your rotten core…