Hanging Out With Corpses

Dig, Dig, Dig Me A Grave

This addiction

Trapping me in

My razor blade with me through thick and thin

Never to be loved

A heart covered in mud

Hollow words shot like daggers

Directed at a broken soul

They dig me further in this hole

And be careful because you'll find

The deeper you dig me

The more wounds I must bind

The hole your digging

Will become a grave for a soul with a purpose impossible to find

 

 

Hanging Out With Corpses

Just can't mend

I only get broken again

and to be scared of being okay

Is a disease

Words left never to say

Hanging out with the deceased

Because now she lay in a grave

 

 

Depression.

That word is a parasite that violates you,

a demon that plays with you,

a ghost that haunts you, a chamber that locks you in,

can we ever see the sun again?

Originals.



                                                                      With love,
                                                                  -Mirror Mayhem