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g r a v e d i g g e r .

Grave digger,
Can you help me burn when I die?
I’d like to hear the shame of my life thrown out and scattered in flames
Licked and lathered in white heat so I may rise above my dirty ashes?

Grave digger,
Can you dismember my parts so that I may lay separated from my sins?
I’d like to be buried a foot deeper than six
I no longer wish to be bathed in black raindrops
Or hear about a life I deserved spewing out of loathsome liars

Grave digger,
Can you seal me in the ground?
I’d like to be left deep in the dirt cuddled only by my solitude
Snuffed and hidden with loneliness – far, far away from a rancorous family
Fill my lungs with death so that I may never endure the bitterness of day light
And leave me to wither in an unmarked grave

Oh dear Grave digger,  why don’t you just let me rot?

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  • xxRainbowDawnxx
    July 21
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    Truly haunting and makes me feel quite... demolished, emotionally.