7.) Can I crawl through the hole that you buried me in?
I hear the rhythm of my heartbeat, tapping through my chest
The constant race of lingering thoughts, conspire to unravel me
The wind echoes your haunting voice, too muffled to hear
You eclipsed the rain onto our stillborn love, laid bare
Forever withered in decay, beneath a monument
One that you refuse to lament
You dug the hole through the dirt
Left me still as I drown into this tomb
Underneath the ground, no one can hear a sound
So far beneath buried, it collapsed
Beneath this shell is infinite silence and sorrow
That grieves but does not dare to whimper or shout
I become an animal, I take shelter in this void
I am the primal beast, I always lay awake
Eyes on the surface, I contemplate my move
As your ghost stands up above, I await your approval
Your gesture of a curved finger, signaling me
But your ghost is just an image, etched from memory
Can you free me from this self-fulfilled prophecy?
One that I knew would cause you to abandon
Or will I lay waste, keeping this tomb warm
Waiting unrequited for you to never return....
~george ray
