The coroner passed me the shovel
In the dark draped mirrors
The trees were raped by the winds
Tangle and dwindle my already shaken mind
Swaying on a burning ship
Scuttling, ready to submerge in a green sea.
Tainted glimpses blotched with enigma
I’ve become a part of everything
That was all I gave
To a coroner that dug my grave
I am under the earth
Yet I see myself in the skies
The stars blink bright orange
Spreading their lies
Like gossip from an avaricious mouth
I thought it was over
Just to be surrounded by a black swarm of roaches
They bite, slither under your skin
The feelings of being and sensation
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