Graveyard

garlic naan
so strong
I go stiff

gotta shake it
gotta keep movin'
gotta stay swift

pot after pot
drop after drop
absolutely non stop

k-k-kick back another cup
t-t-tick of my jaw, and a
c-c-click of my lighter

what's another smoke?
since I'm already down here
among the walking dead

take a moment to enjoy the breeze
though hot as it may be
coffins hardly allow room to breath

but it's back to the hole
back on the grind
slowly but surely loosing my mind

delusion clocks in for his shift
always nice to have a friend around
during these twilight hours, time drowns

singing Redemption Songs
aching for someone to respond
but by now, I'm too far gone

a few long lonely nights In-hell
might eventually do me well
cause I hardly ever have time to kill

it is such an abstract absurdity; time
but the question still saturates my mind
was it bought and bribed or raped and robbed?
or worse of all, was it all of above that happened to mine?


JC