***************
I stand in a graveyard
of buried bodies, ideas and dreams..
Surrounded by millions of tombstones
the Epitaph
i dread to read..
The darkness welcomes me home
like a mother waiting for her child.
Tonight i dine with the ghosts
that hunts my night..
.
How do i show mama
the graves beneath my bed?
Where the innocent heads
she raised was killed and buried.
This holes dug by depression are deeper than her love could fill.
.
The silence is loud
i can hear them call
from within
This lovely voice of the devil
i can't resist..
Tonight
i shall split my wrist
and
lie with my forefathers.
.
(c) Jay.E.udo
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
***************
I stand in a graveyard
of buried bodies, ideas and dreams..
Surrounded by millions of tombstones
the Epitaph
i dread to read..
The darkness welcomes me home
like a mother waiting for her child.
Tonight i dine with the ghosts
that hunts my night..
.
How do i show mama
the graves beneath my bed?
Where the innocent heads
she raised was killed and buried.
This holes dug by depression are deeper than her love could fill.
.
The silence is loud
i can hear them call
from within
This lovely voice of the devil
i can't resist..
Tonight
i shall split my wrist
and
lie with my forefathers.
.
(c) Jay.E.udo
