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Grave Robbers

The tombs

are raided

 

The dead are trampled

 

Skulls are collected

and sold 

 

Ruins of lost

memories

 

It makes no difference to the

living

 

No longer any respect

for the sacred 

Skulls

Dead inside

no revive

 

Alone

hostile world

 

Skulls not

hearts

 

Negative

energy

 

Badness

 

Hate,

Deprivation

 

Demonic

flirtation

 

Segregation,

Sexual penetration

 

Badness

 

Rotten

 

Reprobation

 

Skulls

What Will She Think

What will she think

When he's dead?

Will she keep it

In her head?

 

Who will

She follow?

When he's

Gone hollow?

Where will her

Love go?

Will it 

Go to me?

Dead by now

Woke up to my lover's greetings in dismay

"Have a great day today" it would say

As soon as the sunrays struck, 

I knew I ran out of luck

My stupid eyes still fluttered

like my prayers never mattered

Slept through the rumble

I lost the gamble

I'm still here

Why am I still here? 

 

Where is the noose?

Needed some push

A brave soul enough to hate me

What is the use

of all this fuse

when there's no more powder to ignite with?

Has Jupiter descended yet? 

I would like to face him and buy his tears

Banish me to Hades, I'd beg

It's a sweeter death than you keeping me here

in my bed at night

sinking, drowning, out of breath

frigid, wishing I am dead

Shouldn't I be dead by now? 

 

The winds still blow

The sun still rose

My stupid eyes still fluttered

My prayers came unanswered 

Or maybe the answers lie

between the eyelids that struggle

or the soul that slept through the rumble

Eighteen hours later, 

I would still wonder

Why am I still here? 

How do I get away from here? 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

When not waking up is worse than living at all.