She comes back to me

Like all hearts broken

By hands and a mind
Carelessly unraveling

Undeserving
Walking
On chards
Of glasslands

The words so pleasant
In sound waves

Traveling amongst tunnels
Where my guages used to hang

Exfoliate this given temple

When the feeling hits
And the meaning contradicts
The action shown

Dig a hole
12 feet deep

Cover a body
Bathe him in dirt

Fate says we're all deserving