in the cemetery now I
Rest In Pieces
I’ll hold my breath
and gouge out my eyes
to fill your lungs with
the air that I breathe.
Can’t face your headstone..
I’d rather lose sight.
in the cemetery now I
Rest In Pieces
cut out my heart
bleed on her grave every night.
I’ll cut the angels a deal
for my grandmother buried here
make heaven real
And I’ll sacrifice my life.
Morbid yet beautiful.
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Thanks! It’s a ton of metaphors.😃
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There’s so much in this love and sacrifice, grief and hope.
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I have a lot of emotions about my grandmother’s devout faith 🖤
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I’m sure there are… there was more faith back then
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A lovely piece of intense love 😀
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