On this, the day of the dead
I decide to visit the graveyards
Scattered about my head
I light candles and leave flowers
In memory of those memories
That I had to leave behind
I visualize the scratches
The deep, ****** gashes
Infected by Fears
And cauterized by Bold Action
I kick the dirt about
And spit new flame upon the ashes
Even still, not an ember remains
Not one shackle, or tether
To bind these shredded pieces back together
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
On this, the day of the dead
I decide to visit the graveyards
Scattered about my head
I light candles and leave flowers
In memory of those memories
That I had to leave behind
I visualize the scratches
The deep, ****** gashes
Infected by Fears
And cauterized by Bold Action
I kick the dirt about
And spit new flame upon the ashes
Even still, not an ember remains
Not one shackle, or tether
To bind these shredded pieces back together
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