You left me for dead
when you buried me in your past
i was still screaming, yelling for you to hear me,
but you never came back.
I had to claw myself up from the ground,
gasping for air, I finally realized
it's all I ever needed.
Time stood still underground, it waits for no one.
and you moved on.
now I'm barely a flicker of a memory from your past
or maybe you erased me forever
without realizing that words kill, and unknowingly when you did that you sentenced yourself.
I will haunt you until you feel my death,
until you feel the cold steel of knives on your back
and the dirt filling your lungs as you gasp your last breath, you’ll remember me.
you will know my death.
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Dalianis Rodriguez
Hi! As my profile says, my name is Dalianis, Dali for short. I breathe creative expression. I believe in God, I'm a pastor's daughter and I don't like religion. My north is God and love to all humankind. Let's create beauty!
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