Buried Alive

tell me something,
how does It feel to take life
when it was promised to you?
are you gloating on that high horse?
does it even cross your mind?

how Many girls did you hunt down?
do their ghosts ever haunt you?
or perhaps you display their heads?

and I just know that tonight,
you lay above another pretty face,
her Skin pressed against your chest,
a gun pressed to her back.
but it’s fine, so long as you’re Satisfied,
right?

i like to think that sometimes,
maybe on a mid-summer night,
a cold chill runs down your spine,
and as you shiver in your sleep,
You just know that,
you didn’t finish the job.

i’ve been squirming,
and rolling Over,
deep below, where i can’t be seen.
my body numb and twitching,
i can’t stand the smell down here,
and what i’ve become.

i will spend however long it takes,
digging above Until i find you.
So i can drag you further down.
i see you in red, and,
spitting into my Open casket.

but i must confess,
if i reach the surface,
and i meet you again,
if you put your gun down,
i would drop my Sticks and stones.

i signed my name, after all,
you did what you had To,
i should understand that.

i see you in red,
my emotions there to match.
and i would weep before you,
even if you to kill me Again.
and maybe i would praise you,
because You do it so beautifully.