I.
Two bullets at a time
Pull the flick of your death
Judge the fate, solve of life
Prove thy will you need grave
Beneath the ground, a bed
No man No rose who came
Proof of life with no worth
Yet days of Breath with glory
Flesh rot and weeds, none see
flesh Unremembered face
Proof of thee none value
II.
My skull under wonder
Why soil grow none other
Rains had poured for my soul
Greet nor stems, I had none
Yet was once I can see
the People I had met
Their prints nor presence felt
Friends, Family, Lover
Fatal feline feces
Find thy worth, what am I?
What right have I done wrong?
What wrong have I done wrong?
III.
I wrote my story old
Thy bones like coal and black
Coffin calligraphy
Words written by the dead
Lines pondered Why in hell
My coffin's cover pop
Grave dug I crawl outside
I'm bones and ribs empty
Grasses die on my wake
Walking to you, to them
Shiver by my presence
and Fix thou eyes on me
IV.
Two bullets at a time
A gun right on my hand
Eat your soul, take your life
It won't come back again
That life a trash of yours
©The Pink Merman
June 26, 2015
10:47 PM
Pacific-Atlantis Mermen Journal
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