Graveyard…

I’m dead;
So let me sleep.
Let me rest my head,
Before you weep.
I paint this picture,
For you to keep.
I faded to darkness,
Cause’ that’s what,
They painted me.
Isn’t it;
The pain you see?
Or;
Is this shit,
All just,
Some big mystery?
Carving bones,
Into;
Skeleton keys,
I;
Unlock the truth,
To;
Impossibility.



Gather round’,
I got;
Bone chilling,
Ghost stories,
Of spilt;
Guts & glories.
Cycling through,
The categories,
Before me.
Mmm…
Ten tonne skeleton,
In darkness,
Searching for the sun,
Horizon on the run,
Russian roulette,
With;
A fully loaded gun,
You can ask,
Gun’s n’ roses cause’,
It ain’t that fun,
Knowin’ you’re probably,
Gonna die young.
Kinda sucks when,
You the only one,
Like;
Schröringer’s cat,
Has the battle,
Been lost or won?
I see many fates,
But;
Which will come?
&;
Who observes,
When it’s all done?
……
&;
It’s a graveyard smash.
Everybody; Everybody,
Do it for the dash.
&;
It’s a graveyard smash.
Everybody; Everybody,
Dyin’ for the cash.
&;
It’s a graveyard smash.
Everybody; Everybody,
Creepin’ on ya stash.
&;
It’s a graveyard smash.
Everybody; Everybody,
Be gettin’ too attached,
Damn.

I feel the gloom,
Settlin’ in.
Got the moon,
Shinin’ through,
My skin;
Buried beneath,
My sins;
Damn… I can’t win.
Locked inside,
With;
Demons & ghosts,
Tempted to overdose.
I carry on with this,
Little bit of hope,
&;
Enough rope,
To choke me if,
I blow my smoke.
Damn;
From death I awoke,
Who here hears,
The words hell spoke?
Eerie feelings arose,
When;
I exposed the hoax.
Rollin’ in my grave,
Come getta’ toke,
Pourin’ up;
Some Jack & Coke,
For some thoughts,
That can provoke.
I’ve died;
A million times,
& will;
A million more.
In my head,
I’ve fought & lost,
A million wars,
&;
Served a million tours.
I’ve been freezing,
My core;
Tryna’ break out,
From;
My mausoleum doors.
The incoming storm,
Floods the floors,
It rains & pours for,
A couple months,
Or more.
Who really knows,
We’ll see what’s in store,
Before…
We can say for sure.
So psychedelic,
My skin;
Starts to sprout spores.
Filtering;
Through the bloody gore,
Of liquid swords,
Re-painting what was once,
My colorless decor.
When you have peace,
& silence;
Who else could want more?
……
Not quite aesthetic,
Not so surreal.
Not quite comprehensive,
To the mass appeal.
Dead to the world, soo…
What’s there to feel?
Dead to the world, soo…
What’s there to feel?



Not quite aesthetic,
Not so surreal.
Not quite comprehensive,
To the mass appeal.
Dead to the world, soo…
What’s there to feel?
Dead to the world, soo…
What’s there to feel?

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