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Death of a gravekeeper
Another trip to the graveyard to get my fix,
I brought along better tools this time that will allow me to go deeper,
I dig up pieces of the past and sew them to my heart in attempts to stop its bleeding,
I whisper to my mind that it’s real, but my eyes know better for they watched you walk away.
These small fragments may be long dead but they still smell of you,
no matter the time that passes you are always here,
Like the stars.
I hate myself.
I have spent countless sleepless nights in this graveyard,
I know it’s no way to live and it ok because I don’t want to.
This place may be no more than an illusion but here I can make believe you never left me,
Here I can still be close to you.
lies like short blankets never keep you warm no matter how you stretch them,
moths of truth make sure of that as they eat away at my dreams.
I have pondered leaving my heart nearby,
for he is the one who wishes to visit so often,
when the sun rises each day he never wants to leave.
The sun seems dimmer now.
I stand at the grave of us and see it empty.
Here rests the real illusion.
We never were because I never spoke.
fear had dug its claws deep into my tongue.
Now that you’re gone fear has brought friends to watch as I suffer.
I’m not sure what one I hate more, regret is the obvious choice,
the way he looms over everything.
But I think I despise hope the most for he is the worst of them all, he kills the slowest.
I can hear them as they take bets on how long
Before I say my goodbyes with a bang,
Before my crimson farewell spirals down the bathroom drain,
Before I swallow a bottle of so long and farewells.
While I’m here I should choose a plot
I brought along better tools this time that will allow me to go deeper,
I dig up pieces of the past and sew them to my heart in attempts to stop its bleeding,
I whisper to my mind that it’s real, but my eyes know better for they watched you walk away.
These small fragments may be long dead but they still smell of you,
no matter the time that passes you are always here,
Like the stars.
I hate myself.
I have spent countless sleepless nights in this graveyard,
I know it’s no way to live and it ok because I don’t want to.
This place may be no more than an illusion but here I can make believe you never left me,
Here I can still be close to you.
lies like short blankets never keep you warm no matter how you stretch them,
moths of truth make sure of that as they eat away at my dreams.
I have pondered leaving my heart nearby,
for he is the one who wishes to visit so often,
when the sun rises each day he never wants to leave.
The sun seems dimmer now.
I stand at the grave of us and see it empty.
Here rests the real illusion.
We never were because I never spoke.
fear had dug its claws deep into my tongue.
Now that you’re gone fear has brought friends to watch as I suffer.
I’m not sure what one I hate more, regret is the obvious choice,
the way he looms over everything.
But I think I despise hope the most for he is the worst of them all, he kills the slowest.
I can hear them as they take bets on how long
Before I say my goodbyes with a bang,
Before my crimson farewell spirals down the bathroom drain,
Before I swallow a bottle of so long and farewells.
While I’m here I should choose a plot
Published 8th Aug 2014
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8th Aug 2014 11:07pm
Much emotion felt here. I really enjoyed reading and re reading this. Writing is a great filter for you, you bring beauty to something which is tragic. Very nice.
Anonymous
4th Aug 2016 9:20pm
You make darkness ....beautiful.
This is unbelievable.
The deep pain within, so consuming and felt so deeply.
You created a masterpiece with your words.
This is unbelievable.
The deep pain within, so consuming and felt so deeply.
You created a masterpiece with your words.
