Digging Your Grave

Flesh melts from bone.
Bone shatters flesh.
Beautiful rose red coats each shaken eye.
Collect your heart and really try.
A grave sinks deeper as you dig a head stone:
with your name.
Irritated like the philly that gets pulled by its mayne.
Keep digging your own grave
and you'll see what I mean,
when I say, "never to be seen."





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