Bury Your Dead

Bury Your Dead

The heart, up first takes center stage
as it oozes out venom as at the mouth you foam with rage.
Blood circulates your endless sins as a war continues to wage.
Sins so great and numerous, your fate is difficult to gage.
You bow down to the almighty dollar singing its praise.
You claim to love your wife but your eyes continue to stray.
Drugs are infected into your arms with a needle setting your veins ablaze.
You smile proud of your lost ways.
You read from the bible nightly but don’t practice what it preaches.
You spend your vacations with your devilish mistress on exotic beaches.
You preach to children about God but your words come together to create false speeches.
You’re constantly going to the doctor to be tested for diseases.
You act holy and righteous in front of a crowd but in your heart
death and decay has rotted it apart.

The soul, up next takes up the stage to be exposed.
It’s worn down, weathered and scared from constantly being opposed.
It has turned black and its beginning to heavily decompose.
The sins and corruption of the heart has begun a spiritual war with dark shadows.
A decade of fighting off suicide has led to immense corrode.
This wasn’t how your fate was supposed to unfold.
You’re slipping fast and completely losing control.
Stress, anxiety and a numbing depression has you ready to explode.
The heart has betrayed you and has allowed darkness to come in and impose
a crippling blockage between you and the one you need.
Now all you do is bleed,
and think back on the times that you were free
from the pain and suffering tearing you apart at light speed.
Numbing the pain by smoking weed,
does nothing to save your soul from your misguided deeds.

The mind, up last shows the world all you have left.
Fractures leave you with a distorted reality and a feeling of being possessed.
Schizophrenic conversations within yourself leaves no one impressed.
Your constantly plagued with darkness and a feeling of being uncomfortably depressed.
Focus is difficult to find at times you need it the most.
Self-confidence is shot, you feel as invisible as a ghost.
You love to write but your words come out scrambled and rarely make sense.
You walk around all day uptight and tense.
People look at you and see you are broken.
Everyone whispers about you behind your back since they don’t want you to know you are the subject that is being spoken.
The cross you wear around your neck is for show and means nothing.
The bible placed on your desk at work is touching,
but people see through that disguise and know deep down you are truly disgusting.
They find you to be very untrusting
since getting your dick wet in every hole possible is your favorite topic of discussion.
Your heart bleed.
Your soul is crumbling from the weight of darkness.
Your mind is fractured and all over the place,
and it all could have been avoided.

A hint of advice to you if you want to heal and advance in life,
When you fuck up and make a mistake,
and decide it’s time to forgive yourself and move on from it,
make sure to bury your dead.
Bury them deep and leave them in the ground forever.
Bury them where they cannot harm you and lock them away forever.