The Lead Shovel

I fell dirty
the feel torn apart
the first was love
but only pretense sprouted

the second was casual
which i thought i would
Never
Be
A
Part
Of
.
.
.


I dig my
own Grave
and the
Lead Shovel
gets heavier
with each
ounce of dirt
with each Body
i Dig up.

i'm Becoming who I
never thought i would
Hypocrisy courses through
my body
and the Taste and Stench
of Vomit is
remaining on my tongue

i feel used.
i want Love
but i won't
Let It In.

beads of Sweat
trickle down my
Guilty Face.

So Lock me up
i'll take my
Punishment.

just Take this
Lead Shovel
and hold me
to My promise.

--------------------------

NO more dirt,
NO more bodies,

...love...

let Love surround me
on it's
Crimson Velvet Wings...