13 Deep, 6 Feet Under
Sometimes evidence can't be buried when you're married to this side of society.
I rest underground _
Hey listen to the sound _
I think I finally found _
The reason I'm around
Mind's eye finally open
And I'm hoping I ain't choking
Think I stutter when I flutter
Butter-fly high, overdosing
Robitussin with the pills _
How can I ever heal
From the damage that I deal _
Daily smoking on the pack _
Years I can't get back _
She told me to relax
Said to focus on my health _
I wish I would have listened _
I wish I would have known
Before I answered the phone _
The pain I'd undergo
When she never came home
Last call, barely breathing
Now I'm leaving for the bitch
Who always had me seething -
I need help!
Please save me from this hell _
My fortune couldn't tell
Thirteen hurting underground _
And my heart's still sinking
While I'm thinking about them _
Too bad she's not around
Or else I never would have fell
To the pit of my despair, _
This dark and evil lair _
I hope the jailor let's me loose from the noose of my critics _
Before this sentence turns into an instance
Of a victim of statistiiics
About the Creator
~Awakened~
Silence. Ego can be one's downfall, as well as a wall that must be broken down to breach the fifth dimension. This, you must remember in the times to come.
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