My Shallow Grave

I left my pain to fester into ulcers

And now I know I don’t stand a chance

We’ve corrupted and dispelled our romance

And suddenly I feel so many years older

The river’s current feels so much colder

 

The storms flicker and fade

But rage mightily again the same day

And I ask myself is there anything left

Anything left for me to save

 

It’s never too late to be saved

The words carved into my shallow grave

 

I ask myself am I due soon to die

Dark and light grip me in eagle claws

I’m drowning in the midst of a squall

Is there anything left under fading skies

Is there any point in bothering to try

 

Is it money or love that destroys

Am I heightened in fear or just paranoid

Some days I would gladly welcome death

Some days I’d gladly embrace the void

 

It’s never too late to be saved

The words carved into my shallow grave

The End

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