deadly assassin of composured
ragging me down
below dirt and soil
earth worms skull fucking the dead
rubbing in the diseased infections into the injuries
making it all worse when someone looks up and finally sees
witnessing the pain and droned faces plastered on
doing nothing for the mind controled
walking away as if nothing important stopped them dead in their tracks
decaying faces slowly washing away with the dirt on the road
rain to clense this wretched world
this "humble abode"
gravity of a sort pulls this dimise closer and closer
soon it will indefinately take over
giving in to the comfort of the dirt and soil
trying to escape this home
this place of which we constantly toil.
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