he (jesus) cursed them with a forgotten grave
you believe you already live there.
feeling towards the light,
floor, sawdust, oil and nails
at least here I am safe
the forest is blind to me
the room makes no motion
this is a grave, but I know it is a grave.
my hands can feel the lack of space. my fingernails the atmosphere.
but at least i know. and nobody cries over a forgotten grave.
There is nothing seen, nothing smelt, nothing felt, nothing tasted.
The ice cream truck is outside, the familiar strain strikes me
Particularly peculiar.
yet nobody cries over a forgotten I am so lost in here. and I wish.
blood drives from my veins as a melody drives me in a direction I hope is forward.
rain, rain, rain, rain, rain.
there is a leak in the ceiling of my forgotten tomb.
blood drives from my veins as a melody drives me in a direction I hope is forward.
yet nobody laments a lost tomb.
and I wish.
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