Stab the ground with your shovel Keep throwing away the dirt Like she threw away her life Wipe away your sweat Let the tears make a sea out of this hole Like the sea she plummeted into Ignore the looks of sympathy Don't allow your body to grow sill Like her body now Just dig
Confined within for seventeen never-ending years Greeted every morning by its hollow disgusting sneer Cutting fingers trying to peel off the layers of this theater Getting stabbed and kicked in the head again, death is near
Another day, lost in the space Feeling more and more alien Piercing the days like a warrior Have my head cut off a thousand times Another day, losing my own face Smells more and more my carrion Peering through this barrier Have my body buried a thousand miles down the earth
He drives into the desert in a Toronado, Dust in his eyes from the open window, Sun on the burned skin and black mascara That augments his vivid gaze. Black orbs that stare at the burning sand, His mouth is defiant and morose, He turns off the path into the sage and saguaro. The car is like a black beetle on a carpet of tan. He lifts a shovel from the trunk, looking crazed. Digs a shallow grave in the sand, He rips a talisman from his neck And declares he is looking for something Unclear and he slurs a chant. “Something is coming”, he seems to say. He buries the necklace and drives away. Will he come back for it or leave it for the spirits of the desert? No, he will come for it every day Bury it again and again Until the spell wears down, The perfumed season is done, Or perhaps the spring floods Wash it all away.
Based on a silly advert for perfume, with Johnny as a superstitious rebel! I had to make a "story" of it, just for laughs.
6-word story; brevity. WAR is our governments answer all over the world, why? War isn't peace nor does it bring Peace unless you mean, REST IN PEACE? Peace isn't peace if it's forced. Peace isn't peace if it isn't free!