Tuesday, March 10, 2009

She Dug. Then I Buried Everything.

Amidst Her Dying Eyes
Is A View Of How This Is Going To Be.


This Hole Will Be Most Faithful To You,
That Betrayal Dug A Grave For You.


These Wounded Hands Shall Bury You Deep Without Remorse
Naked You Lay Where Screaming Never Helps
You Know This Wont Hurt,
But This Will Surely Suffocate You Unto Your Last.


Eat The Dirt That Owns You As It Swallows You Down.


I Smile As The Ugliest Of Faces Is Devoured To Nothingness,
An Existence Will Be Eaten Into The Abyss.


How Long Could She Hold Her Breath
And Open Her Eyes To Only See The Pitch Black Grave She Unforeseeingly Fell Into?


It Wont Be Long Till This Traitor's Lungs Is Blown,
Then She'll Realize What Everything Turned Out To Be
.. .. ..
The End


We Were Both Mistaken,
Yet Your Lies Dug A Home For You.

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