My grave
By Nita
I want to die…..want to be dead Life is pointless Wish I were a corpse instead I want to lay in a black box Covered by heavy rocks So my soul can’t escape To come back here…taking a new shape Placed at an end of the earth Covered with rocks and plenty of dirt The grave …unmarked Well except….maybe...for a black heart. To show my grated Upon this earth again…my body will never intrude. Written October 20th, 2001 © on Oct 20 2001 01:43 PM PST 0 • 13
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