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morallygray Apr 2019
I want to die here
With you
Your dead body in my arms
Wrapped like my little mummy
I look into your empty eye sockets
I drop a tear into them
You do not say a word
We shall become one with the earthworms
morallygray Mar 2019
A profound knowledge for chess
Nearly unparalleled in talent
Beat the many odds against him
But oh so alone, to practice all day and night
Deemed insane and a hermit
Forgotten by many
You can win a many times, but once you stop
You're forever labeled, a loser.
Mar 2019 · 351
I miss my father
morallygray Mar 2019
I miss my father
He's not dead, but it seems like he is
Doesn't talk
At least not to me
Where'd you go dad?
I know I couldn't be all the son you wanted
But I tried
I know we tend to forget about dads
But from the bottom of my heart I wanted to say


I love you, dad.
Feb 2019 · 964
Empty
morallygray Feb 2019
ribs exposed
mirrored full image
abandoned health
Wasting away waist
*******
to say a goodbye
to both people
and food
you can cure darkness
but it won't stop it
from invading my body again
Feb 2019 · 459
Gravesite
morallygray Feb 2019
A field of roses
Where we walked
The sun beaming off your face
Tender and delightful

I visit that same field of roses
Only now it is I who walks them
The sun beaming off my tears drops
In pain and dying

You were my rose
My reason for getting up and walking
My sunshine and light
But now you are my rock, so deep in the ground.
Feb 2019 · 395
I know now
morallygray Feb 2019
I miss all of those who I have forgotten
All those friends I left at the age of 12
Their young faces cemented in my memory; that is all I will remember of them

As I grow older
My thoughts get younger
Fleeting time equals new found regret
My knees fail and my face sags

I will become just a statistic
I will be an ignored grandfather in a retirement home
I will be another cloud soldier with no name
I think I am OK with that.
Feb 2019 · 298
In a hole
morallygray Feb 2019
In a hole playing with toy guns
Childhood caressing me
In a hole wielding a shovel
Adulthood killing me
In a hole where I am pale
Death saving me

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