Lurking

the things that make your quiver
overlaping evil intentions
subtle undertones
im sure your wondering
about the shallow graves lurking in the fog
just the rain wont fill them
i never ment to see you like this
so rest your head
sleep among the flowers
they grow in even the most unfertile soil
your voice is so misleading
it pulls me twards it then tryes to kill me
stabbing with desire
coffin of dirt
heave it ontop of the love
ontop of everything that was once part of us both
deception has all but taken my last breath
finger on your lips
dont try to speak
words would only tarnish
take away the sentament
commitment is lost
dismantaled by lust
leaveing me aimless
crippled by the seiring pain
strikes like lightning
breaking in my mind like glass
masked empty eyes of guilt
insinuating that the loss of a half dead heart
could rot and still beat
all in the same decerning manner
easment of assorted esoteric redderick
calm and euphoric in the swirling winds
starting to take its hold on my sences
posture for the crippling
there is selusion
falling face first in the dirt
rigamortise will lock me in this trance
my cold eyes gaze out into nothing
inclined intrance point
the bullet burrowing to the deepest part of my brain
know you have made me this way
this is the apathy inside me
just withering away