One more foot and I’m done
Digging eager, I’m stunned
I’ve etched my mark on a wooden case
Here lies another man,
Encroached in the earth and sand
I am beaten again, even to my own grave
Harmonious bones, with a skeletal grin
I don’t envy death or the place he is in
Nor the state I’m in
Empty, where I sorrow.
Decay, where I marrow.
If passion is purpose with that I’ll thrive .
Too not believe in life, is to pursue your own death
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