13 Deep, 6 Feet Under

Sometimes evidence can't be buried when you're married to this side of society.

By ~Awakened~Published about a year ago • 1 min read

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

performance poetry

About the Creator

~Awakened~

I'm just an artist trying to express myself in any way that feels comfortable. Try not to cringe too hard as you embark on a fruitless journey through my old works that I post here sometimes.

- Zap Aura

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