Hitting the ground all force behind
no one understands every one asking questions.
Leaving the room, berried in the tomb alone,
lights seeps though the broken cracks, exposing the shameful body, stabbing in the sleeves of life now which is gone.
6ft under, with aging soul.
Heaven or hell closing the gates. Which one would chose you?
Dirt throbbing on the sealed door closing the light.
Your still not dead.
There's Breath in the last bit of air,
take it all in.
Hold it.
Just wish you were strong enough to keep,
