The dirt rises far up above my head
The worms laugh; I will soon be dead.
My shovel is far beyond my grasp
Filth fills up my lungs as I gasp.
Who’s hand to lift me from this cold grave?
Who’s but the one which to all I gave.
But this saving hand no longer comes
Dirt continues to gag my lungs.
How can I escape this hole I made
When I created this fate

With shovel and *****?

You sit alone
A thousand miles away,
A fake, cold drone
You aren’t worth the things I say.

You won’t remain
In my life love has run dry,
This old disdain
This constant question of why.

You will pretend
Try to care and fail so quick,
This is the end
You fake, heartless, selfish *****.

Your eyes are blue,
A hateful ocean.
Your lips red,
A poisonous pit.
You’re dead inside,
No emotion.
Your heart is prison,
Love died inside of it.

We spent hours in a room
No windows and no door,
Carving with rusty knives
And begging for more.
The mouths we created
Ghosts on our pale arms,
Vomited up dark secrets
Red as fire alarms.
We spent those days alone
Together in heart,
Now we walk crowded streets
With ghosts on our arms.

Out of this town
With its worn out dreams,
I will drown
In the radiant sunbeams.
Away from this
All the hollow people,
I will not be named
As part of the sheeple.
Making my mark
On a city so free,
I will embark
I will be.

Divide and conquer,
Bludgeon the whole.
Engulf the masses,
Malice untold.
Blood on the ground,
Screams in the air.
A ghost in iron armor,
Approach if you dare.

Blacken the room,
Fill it with rage.
Fists like iron
In the war you wage.
Scream for nothing,
You'll shout it loud.
His hands are bleeding,
Does it make you proud?
Crawling like ants
Under the skin,
Your wrath is a hammer,
Let the swinging begin.
Now you stand alone
In the wake of your hate,
Wish you could take it back,
Isn't it too late?