The universe decided,
like a **** on the string
it tugged on me.

I became its puppet,
it became the puppeteer.

I decided to pull back,
taking the reins choosing
my own destiny.

I became the puppeteer,
pushing the ******* the sting.

The universe had no choice
but to give up it's place making
room for one more day.*

*© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

I will give Trump an award. He gets the most ******* MAGA head alive award. The trophy is Trump’s ego blown up head bobbing, you can hear the whistling wind breezing through his ears and his gapping mouth oozes toxic waste. Cheeto dust is his devilish glow. The number of crimes he committed is on his forehead in big bold dark orange letters as well his lies.

For the Trumpians I’ll toot your horn Toot Toot! Go back to hell. Donald J Trump is a recipe for Cheeto dust. The devil is calling for his son Donald J Trump, it’s time for his firey bath. He’s all Cheeto dust no sense. Even his ashes have a devilish orange glow. I wonder if his mother was aware she gave birth to a Cheeto. She will when he goes to hell on judgement day. **** to the Cheeto Messiah and his minion Cheeto worshipers. I'm pretty sure they will test the bath fire first, than Trump follows because they lied it's not Cheeto dust for his tan.

My Gothic heart bleeds for you,
it bleeds poetry.

It's pooling on this digital platform,
at its base I lay.

Thorne's in cage my heart
with roots growing from its
depths my rose wilted
awhile ago.

My ghost remains.

A perfume of poetic expressions,
disaster's and clashers in my life.

I suffer and I rise,
I fall and I crawl,
I am bruised but not beaten.

My Gothic heart bleeds for you,
it bleeds poetry.

The darkening came it tried to claim
my worth with its claws of shame,
it left me with open wounds and
anxiety.

I kept crawling through the dark,
until I can see a bit of light.

It is blurry and not so bright,
it seems the dark stretches far
beyond the horizon with streams
of light shining through.

My Gothic heart bleeds for you,
it bleeds poetry.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Walking amongst the distant shadows,
feeling like I am drifting away
the fog is stealing my passion.

Like smoke from a candles flame
I linger on the edge of reality,
I learned years ago, a poet without
a pen is a drowning fool flooded
by unused ideas.

My passion bursts forth from
the deepest depths igniting
the fire of poetic desire.

My ink is that like fire,
it burns from within my skin
and bones, it acks to be free
from my heart that is its cage.

Such passion is pain, a long walk
with suffering and depression.

I built my roads on this digital
ground, and built my bridges with
poetic passion.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Did you know that
the touch of your hand
moved me?

We shared a breath
and a root grew between us,
it hydrated and fed our
relationship.

Our bond was supposed to
strengthen but you tugged
on its weakness until it broke.

You played me a fool,
a full deck of wild cards
no joker's but you because
you scammed the table.

A fool I was, a drowning victim,
a mockery for your entertainment.

I fell hard over your hills,
under the Sea into your blue
tides of loneliness and depression.

I saw the storm in your eyes,
blue silvery sky's turning gray.

Seven years you took me for a
ride, with your lies and constant
shoveling of accusations and
narcissistic nagging.

Never happy, complained but
never worked on changing it.
You became maddening and
insane.

Dragging me under, like a piece of
driftwood unwanted and beaten
by your weathering abuse.

Now that I am free, I am working
on my boat and cutting the dead
roots you left behind.

This is what a shameful pile of
bones looks like.

He built a pile of ashes and
allowed overgrown weeds to
choke our relationship.

It lays dead amongst the autumn
leaves.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I had a lucid dream last night.

I dreamt I was a star,
I dropped upon the earth
scattered into millions
of pieces.

From my shattered pieces
I soaked into the dirt
and from my tears of sorrow
I birthed a black rose.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Chains rattle and bang,
dragging across my brain.

The doors creak, scratches across
the floor.

Emptiness is vast, a void creepy
and sad.

Ghosts linger here, memories of
lives passed.

They breathe decay, rust and rot.

A plume of smoke from a flame
smothered by time.

I am rooted in your deceit,
a rose with thorns.

I dream of being me, while my dreams
dream of being unique.

It is a dream within a dream,
do we ever truly wake?

A thought passes like a breath gasps
for a moment in time.

A passing phrase on a poetic gaze,
upon a heavenly sky the stars
shine and we fly.

My poetic mind opens wide,
behind my sleeping eyes lies
a feasting idea that eats prose
and verses.

Baking plots and cooking possibilities,
within my mind’s oven. I serve you my
poetic design.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

The reason a liar can't make up
possible story to blame is because
they are guilty and they know it.

No criminal is smart enough
to cover up their crimes.

The truth stands firm while a lie
runs around in circles trying
to catch other lies to cover up
its tracks, it loses oxygen real quick
and burns out.

Over time the lies pile up
and begin to get confusing
because they are fables
made up on a breath of hot air.

****! 😮‍💨🤯🤥💥💨🔥
there goes the liar in a ****
of smoke they are burning
on a bed of hot lies.

Lies burn you in the end.
Leaving scars and the ghost
of guilt follows every lie.

Just watch the lier act like a joker,
they run around in circles
gaslighting their way to
the pit of fire.

Truth is still waiting
and never moved.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Amongst the grass I am like
a dew drop, shinny and free
I glitz and bling.

Amongst the beaches I am a pebble, I grind and squeek, I ride the tides and suff the turf.

Amongst the stars I am a speck
of dust, I came from unknown,
I bring knowledge and time.

Amongst the trees I am a mushroom, I am small but powerful, my roots are strong
I am part of a system of life.

Amongst the fish I am a shrimp,
I am small but mighty and brave.

Amongst the people I might seem
week but I can make you think,
my poetry is deep and I will
make you dig deeper into the
possibilities.

Amongst the horses I am a unicorn, I am rare and bright,
I am creative and brave. You'll never forget me.

Amongst the little things I can seem larger than life. I wear my heart on my sleeve and my mind
is open to possibilities.

I am autistic.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

You are my bud to my rose,
you are my breath to my life,
you are my coo to my caw,
you are my shadow
to my morning sun,
you are my path
to my destination,
you are my cream
to my coffee.

You are many things
to my life,
you add structure
and texture to my ever
changing world.

You give me reason for living,
you add demintion to my understanding.

You give meaning to my quest,
my journey will never be a bore
not with you aboard.

You are my desire,
my reasoning and
the only one who forever holds
the key to the chambers of my heart.

**© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

All possibilities are slowly waning, time begins fading, dreams collide with fallen memories.

My dreams are fighting reality,
like a ghost it passes by as I
keep walking watching myself
standing on the side.

Like smoke I see myself standing on the side,
I watch but I keep walking.

Life doesn’t stop, it keeps going
like smoke we all become memories to the possibilities.

I keep watching as my ghost keeps waning, am I dreaming?

Fading memories sink to
the bottom of the lake
where dreams come to die,
and life burns on the surface.

Mirrored dreams are like stars reflecting on the oceans dark nights when nothing but
sparkling memories shine upon my dreaming mind.

I am floating deeper into
the tapestry of my open heart
as its threads begin to unravel.

Waning memories come here to
dream, for I am a dreamer
and a weaver of possibilities.

Dream on weaver, your threads
are unraveling releasing
the possibilities.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

The title wave that is I,
rages upon chaotic Sea’s.

Winds blow as my thoughts grow
with each passing wave,
bobbing on the wake of the
turbulent Sea I suffer as the
Sea bow’s to me.

Lost to Sea’s of poetry.

Waning is my moon, as the stars
pay no mind to the dusty old rock
as they pass by my relic mind.

I draw with words, a painting
riddled with rhyme and
lacks space and time,
yet grabs your mind like
a spider waiting in the corner.

You my fly I the spider, with my
web of expressions I tightly winde
and softy stroke your imagination.

My fingers wrap around your heart
as I play the strings, I can imagine
its beat like a throbbing drum.

Such beauty is in my creative mind.

Fallen words of mine, a poet by
design.

My wings open, and my soul flies
as my expression release’s a poetic
extension.

Its my wings of expression
that helps me fly.

Ode to my poet, may she bleed her ink and learn to fly.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

My tears fall with the leafs,
as my sorrows blow in the breeze
a chill kissed my cheeks.

My sorrowful autumn with its
reds and browns scattered on the
ground, here my tears lie in between
the roots of the trees and my
happiness chokes on the dirt as
sorrow buries me.

Sad me, buried under the girth of
autumns sorrows.

Will you remember me until spring?

©️ 2023 By Amanda D Shelton

Breathe they say.
Think, why don’t you?

It’s like a lost breath,
it chokes you until
you are reminded of
your place.

Like a **** it
grows upon your
grave, a memory
of your pain before
you lay down within
its frame.

The dirt piles up
within your brain,
as you chew on its
fibers left behind
for you to grind
and favor.

No one will starve
if we ate mindfulness
and drank the stars
as they fall like rain
drops around us.

Mindfulness likes to
play, as love stands
bravely, and boldness
is a breath away.

Save us! from the pain.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I held back the tears with fear,
it built a wall in between suffering
and release.

The pressure of it all felt like
an anvil on my life, it cushed
me in between its fingers.

The girth of suffering burried me
under sorrowful stars that have
no wishes for you stole my dreams.

Behind your lying eyes there's a dark
surprise, you have sharp teeth and
claws to brutalize your victims.

You started out with blue silver
linings they crossed your eyes like falling stars, we began colliding as
the dark clouds rolled in, bringing
the darkest that you were hiding.

Pain seems cumbersome and
immortalized in my traumatized mind.

Is this what you wanted?

To be immortalized in my trauma
seen as a monstrous devil hovering
over the horizon stealing the light
for yourself?

Well, this is a new dawn a new day.
I have lifted your shadow I have
freed myself from your painful
beatings and darkened depression.

I have learned how to be brightly lit
and be heard.

Immortal pain is nothing more than
a ghostly smoke from a used candle.

I am renewed! In recovery...
I am a candle maker not just
a candle.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Of many a night I sat writing
to let my thoughts roam,
the poetic runnel ran steady
and the streem flowed free.

Such nights as this,
I become more than just the poet,
I become the lady of the night
planning plots to take over the night,
with pen and paper as my weapon.

Devouring the moon with
my poetic gloom,
I watch as the moon swoons
and its shadow plays.

With each word I write
it’s wane guides my write and
clears my writers block.

Upon this night I become
the lady of the night.

Its a dark write indeed.

**© 2017 Amanda Shelton

You came on a cloudy day,
blue eyes on the horizon
gaze.

The sky darkened with your
presence, peace shivers in your
wake, heaven cried the day
you arrived.

The light you devoured became
a warning to others.

Deeply black, covered in flies
you thought they would hide
your lying eyes.

Your ignorance is deep, your
heart is too but emptiness is
a void you can't fell with
promises unfulfilled.

You always leave behind ruins
of your crimes.

A heart is left bleeding, eyes
swollen from sorrowful tears
that drowned the love you
promised.

Like a zombie you returned
many times, before I decided
to run and hide, I built my walls
higher this time.

Shadows have wicked ways
to rise and ruin lives.

©️ 2024 By Amanda D Shelton

Who said I was strange?
You saw my shadow instead
of my face.

You expected a cold embrace
but my warmth is like a candle
in the cool breeze it lingers
for awhile with my
Cheshire cat smile.

In the silence I am a loud
whisper, I am a breath on
your neck and a reminder
of your life.

Until the night devours the day,
I am a corpse. In my coffin I lay,
pondering all day.

Lingering like a vampire.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

The path is rocky
full of high hopes
and scarred hearts.

These walls seem to cave in
though underneath its structure
it is well put together.

In my mind I am
always living on the edge,
I totter on my toes,
My legs wobble too and frow
from exhaustion.

This tightrope is tough to walk
but everyone learns how to walk
on the high-rise we call life.

You can't be afraid of the dark
if you want to face your monster's.
You should face your fear
of the dark first.

The anxiety reminds you
of what you think you lack.
Though not many care about
your defaults, they are too busy
thinking about themselves.

Life is like a mystery box,
you never know what you got
until you open the led.

Sometimes you get what you pay for
other times you get more
than you bargained for.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

I am made from scars and a broken heart,
shattered promises forgotten like
shards of glass from the past, scattered
across the expansion of time.

We all are created with stars in are
DNA, a dusty and ****** design
from the mind of the great divine.
The universe breathes because we
can imagine it.

We are meant to grow and die,
to choose our paths but some
are not so blessed, we have
no freedom like the rest.

My path is not my own,
for I was born to be just
steal but flowing like a river
of words, a poet, an emotional
carpet for everyone to use.

These are my designs, my
contribution to this existence.

Here I am not stagnant, but I can fly,
sail, run, jump, claim, dive, and
shine. Poetry is my path to freedom.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

T'is a night of subtlety, a song of wolves bay at the moon. The fog rises with the opening of the coffin. Night shrouds her brooding form, she rose with a desire for blood.

Her silken hair cascades over pale shoulders, and her full crimson lips part slightly, to taste the red tears streaming from her eyes.

Now a night of new awareness, she remembers her life.

More coming soon...

Upon the beams of light
the stars dance with such
delight.

As the moon swoons and
bows he wipes his dusty
brow, shakes is luner *****
for the people on the Earth's
ground.

The stars wink and pass by
in a trail of gas and carbon.

A beautiful sight to behold,
as wonder twinkles in each
eye.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Sorrow bent her head,
cried tears that drowned
your fears.

Your dreams turned into
porcelain, slowly fell apart,
gave you a broken heart.

Your vision has been blinded
by the deeds of others
who see their needs
are more important.

You think why keep fighting?
When you should be thinking,
how can I keep fighting?

We dig a hole to plant
ourselves in solid soil,
only to find out the serounding
trees already stole the nutrients
from the soil.

Now we have to rebuild,
put the nutrients back,
see we can grow and develop
stronger roots.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

The rose's grew thorns
deep in my heart,
leaving wounds.

Fear choked my roots,
as my rose's wither
and rot.

Within the shadows of
my dreams lives the ghosts
of perfumed memories of you.

It grew teeth and black,
it grabs me as I fall asleep.

You're memories are monstrous
and causes anxiety to pool
inside of me, as I feel like
I am drowning within its
emotional tides.

There you left me to die,
teasing me with outreached
arms but you gave me nothing
but smoke.

I am withered from the
storm of you beating
and weathering my heart
like shivering leaf's
in winter, I am left
in the cold.

You're a gaping wound
in my side, a thorn that
keeps stabbing me.

You are PTSD.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Bruises are not always visible,
some are under the surface.

I have been through hell and back,
took a tip through the creak,
returned with bruises.

I am stronger for the wear,
but I still have deep scares
from all I bare.

Once I thought love was
going to make me happy,
because I thought that’s
what love is.

I have learned
love isn’t always happy,
love can hurt,
love can leave you
lonely and sad.

Why?
Because love is a complex feeling.

In my experience with love,
I have seen the stars light up for me
but I have also watched
as the sun collided with my universe
destroying everything I held dear.

I have loved and lost
I have fought parolees spaces
of endless time,
where love seemed so far away.

I have learned how to love myself,
do to the fact that love can’t love itself.

To love is the most selfless act there is,
because you have to give yourself
to someone else to allow it to happen.

Love isn’t about you,
love is about everything else.

Letting go of your selfish lives
so someone can love you,
that’s the hardest thing to do.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

I am burning, slowly every nerve began to fire they haven’t stopped since.

Silent needles ***** my skin,
leaving painful memories that
linger in my dreams.

Ashes of the five years of freedom
slowly become a distant memory.

I fought bravely,
honestly and strong
but life always wins.
Good grief, here I am again.

Burning pain, throbbing head,
skin tingling, spine shivers with
lighting pain down my legs
shooting to the floor.

Cellular nerve damage shook
my world.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

You've got spiders in your smile,
cobwebs in your heart, stitches hold
together your dislocated mind,
your unhinged and vile.

You're memory stinks like toxic
water from the grimmest pools ever
used, it's a sewer full of poo and ***.

Your loveless heart is soft and black,
its black mold has grown,
its fuz is coming out of the creaks
grabbing for its victims.

In between the infection of your
festering mind you will find, passed
victims you've collected trapped
inside scar tissue from passed
infections.

You are a crazy thought that runs
circles in my head, while yelling
profanities and accusations.

You are a narcissist and an infection
upon my mental health.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

You see me
yet you don't see my brain.

My brain functions at a different
level it's wired like a backwards
motherboard, I started life
in silence and frustration
slowly growing into a hurricane
of communication.

Speech is lacking in my brain
but still I learned how to speak
through my ability to write poetry
and understanding languages
you probably can't speak.

My eagerness helps me to develop
and grow.

Routine and schedule is my
favorite thing to do, it feels good
to stick to a straight line.

Noises and lights hurt my eyes
body and mind, causing painful irritation to grow and
poke my mind.

I've had to grow up inside this
painful design, it's been hard
and deep gloomy and
sometimes fleek.

I find my autism stylish
and unique, it's full of awesome designs but also darkness
that seems never ending.

Like everything else I have
bad and good times too.

I might think like a cat
but I am still human by design.

This is autism and me
my backwards life.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Your uniqueness,
and diversity is your legacy.

You birth difects, organs,
and ideas.

You are the philosopher
of your own life,
you are the writer
of your own destination,
you write your own plot’s
and paths.

I wrote a line and walked
upon its graphite structure,
leaving behind my fingerprints.

Like men on the moon,
I walked the dusty surface
of poetry,
leaving my footprints in its page’s.

I wrote this rhyme,
because I understand that
I am a philosopher of poetic ideas
and design.

I am a philosogher,
a poet by design.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

Beyond a thousand year’s
we become the star travelers,
insurance for our future
we strive for the sky’s above
(higher we go).

Made of gold and silver,
the human spirit flown,
like a lost star we blow
breaking the silence
of the vastness of space.

We fell slowly from the sky,
shimmy down below, like snow
covering the world with our lives.

Our fingerprints left behind,
never truly forgotten over time.

Such wishes we leave behind,
life reflects our cause.

Stars that burn forevermore,
henceforth I bring you hope.

Like an apple seed
the idea grows.
A thousand years behold,
your star fell years ago.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

Don't regret,
remember the good and bad.

Life is too short to be worrying
if you did everything right.

Sometimes we make mistakes
and that's alright.

Just remember to keep shinning bright.  

I send you my light
as a beacon in the night.

Don't you worry
I will help you fight.

**© By Amanda Shelton

Please be careful.

There's creepy crazy people
living amongst us like they are
monsters wearing masks.

If you hurt their egos
you can witness them
taking off the mask and
their fangs come out.

Grrr! They wanted to keep that
so badly they are willing to damage
property and their freedom.

Egos explode when a narcissist
gets a tow. That's a repo!

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Earth, a vibrant tapestry,
a symphony of life,
Where diverse creatures dance,
in a ceaseless strife.
From the icy peaks of the North,
to the Southern seas,
A kaleidoscope of wonders,
as far as the eye can see.

In the heart of Africa,
lions roam the plains,
Their golden manes shimmering,
in the sun's warm embrace.

In the depths of the Amazon,
jaguars prowl the night,
Their stealthy movements hidden,
in the moon's pale light.

In the Australian outback,
kangaroos bound with glee,
Their powerful legs carrying them,
across the vast land.

In the Arctic tundra,
polar bears roam the ice,
Their white fur camouflaging them,
in their frozen paradise.

From the towering redwoods,
to the whispering pines,
The Earth's forests teem with life,
a symphony of design.
From the smallest insects,
to the mightiest whales,
Each creature plays its part,
in nature's grandest tales.

So let us cherish this planet,
our home, our only sphere,
Where diversity thrives,
and life is ever near.
Let us protect its beauty,
its wonders, its grace,
For the Earth is our treasure,
and its legacy we must embrace.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

Change is good,
sometimes it’s for the best.

I have made myself what I am.

I have lived for 36 year’s,
I have fought for my life,
I have struggled through
in the toughest times.

I always came through,
I am able to see the light
at the end of the tunnel
because it’s always burning
waiting for me to arrive.

You know you are living your life
when you feel the ache settle in.
It means you are no longer busy
and you have the time to notice.

I use to be able to run nine miles
twice a day, now I am learning
how to rest nine to five.

Life wasn’t promised it would be easy or fair.

No one told you,
you don’t have too work
to get there.

Life is work, tough, and struggle
it’s up to you what you do to get
where you want to be.

Just remember you are not alone.

Just like the flea
the dog is its whole world
until he has too leave.

We don’t like change
because most view it as negative,
but the truth is; Change helps us
to grow, stay strong, and to learn.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

Rising slowly below the sun,
the heat burns me but still
I run.

My heart is beating loudly
to the drums, life is crazy
we all are on the run.

Working to ash and bone,
grinding flesh and burning
slow.

Work like thefts we’ve got
to reap what we sew or
die on the hamsters wheel
we all are forced to run.

Drinking sweat and blood,
losing sanity to the flood.

Humanity is digging fast,
not fast enough to get through
the mud, the drought is faster
its ******* up all the revenue.

Run bunny run, the hole is
closing fast, you better hurry
before the sun devours everyone.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Our shadows rest under
the trees as our memories
soak within its roots.

Love knew where to find
us, it found us when
we needed it the most.

Like the seasons it
changes it grows, it
hydrates our lives.

When its roses weather
and droop, instead of
dying it morphed into
you and I for our love
soaked into the roots.

Forevermore you and I,
like the roots of a tree
it digs deeper to survive.

Love and life together
forever.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I've fallen so far,
lost myself on the way down.

I flew for a moment before
crashing colliding with my
broken heart.

My pieces shattered so easily,
I couldn't find the strength
to put them back together again.

I stayed on the ground for
awhile, the mud and salt
steeped into my lungs, choking
my breath until nothing was left.

Nothing but tears.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Misty fog rolling in
from the Sea, upon its
frozen kiss I cultivate
my heart.

I fought for love
upon the rolling waves
of chaos and change.

I fought decay as
rot stole my true
loves kiss with a
breath of ash, as
my wish crashed
to the bottom of
emptiness.

Love found your lips
riding on the Sea
in a lovers ship.

Our souls were caught
tossing and turning
over and over again
upon the waves of chaos,
bold and brave just
the two of us.

Anitthis-death stole my
wish, love rose from the
ashes.

Only to fall again
for one last fight,
for one last stand,
for one last kiss.

Beyond the nightly
mist, our ship rides
into the night forever
together lovers
under cover of the
darkened sky’s
star crossed lovers ride.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Sometimes creativity is
a drowning victim
gasping for breath.

In the end a work of art is created from a life lived
on the edge of life and death.

Paint and ink is my blood
and the canvas is my flesh.

I am aware and capable
of expressing it through
my heart and scars.

I burn for my art and poetry.
It never flickers or dims
as long as I keep bleeding.

For I am a victim
of my creativity.

I lay myself down for my words
to devour my flesh and bones
to feed and hydrate my art and
poetry through my expression.

It's like a forest of dreams
that grows like weeds,
my mind is rooted
piece of artwork,
written and drowning
in paint and ink.

I am of all colors and shades,
I am a book with millions of
pages and saga's waiting to be
red and viewed.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

One last gasp, one last beat,
one last breath... That's me,
the devil said to me.

I can smell your sickness,
I can be your weakness or
your disease.

Wishing you never met me,
lay you down next to me,
the devil stole your desire heart
and possibilities.

Ruins ashes and disease,
remains of tortured hearts,
bleeding all over the floor
falling at your feet.

Statues of passed lovers shattered
scattered upon the stage.

Reminders of who I use to be,
One last gasp, one last beat,
one last breath... That's me,
the devil said to me.

Bring me to life, with a zombie bite,
your cure is the disease.

When everyone is infected
do we all become the cure?

Ruins of lies, amongst maggots and flies is where the devil rains.

Gravedigger, gravedigger, dig me a grave. Make me a stone engraved with my name, but don't give the devil my address please.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton