Graveyard PoemMature

Bury me in this cold earth and let all the other dirt of the world

Choke on my ashes, spit on my grave, devour me like the worms and

Maggots plaguing my heart, feasting on the tubes and chambers.

Headstones bleeding into the mist; two hands clasped in prayers or

A million bony middle fingers.


Tumour-rotted and ready to sink into this nothingness, I see

Tortured souls crucified by human nature, seduced by

A medication of meaningless memories, they fall into their

Beds of stone and sorrow

And leave me standing like a tribute to their

Highest hopes and lowest moods.


The End

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