Emotional & Physical Rehabilitation of my Soul,
Escaping from your graveyard pull myself out of my hole,
A tombstone with my name on and the day you took my life,
you made my coffin out of wood I bought my sharpest knife.
Locked me down build walls around and suffocate my voice,
Say I’m free there’s loves for me convince me that’s my choice,
Equality for you and me but at the graveyard shift,
You lower me into my grave as I give you a lift
Life can’t start until you’ve died, I’ve died a thousand time before, Now I’m climbing out to live again can’t take this shit much more, You say that we are equal and convince yourself its true,
A succubus has drained my life that succubus is you.
You tell me that we’re lucky this is where we want to be,
And your life it gets stronger as you take that life from me,
So I’m clawing out my coffin and I’m struggling out my grave,
And as the undead rises I’ll no longer be your slave.
- Author: John_Bingham ( Offline)
- Published: March 4th, 2023 05:41
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was written when I was going through a difficult time in my relationship (ex). I felt trapped and controlled. It was not a great place to be.
- Category: Sad
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