1,825 Days
Clean out the closet and find the scary skeleton that hangs inside
The body falls into my arms as my heart beats and beats
Light hits the ground
As I carry this embarrassing monster I used to hide
She is sound asleep so pretty and incomplete
She awaits another prey to slay and feast
It is too late to turn back and repeat
The crowd all stares in shock
They run through there closet to find there secrets they tightly keep
My body aches and my eyes burn
I dig and dig 11 feet to bury and lay to rest
Death as she sleeps (the shameless belief)
The crowd gathers to listen to the closing words
They stand alone dressed with disgust
Waiting to pour there dirt they hold with hopeless grief
Tears stream down my face as she lays
Clouds fill as the thunder begins to scare
I pour and pour all the dirt I held
Some turn back to store there bitter hell
As the rest sit with tears and begin to yell
“don’t be scared, Don’t be afraid”
1825 days but today we close this chapter of dismay
my heart breaks as I struggle to save her by grace
she lays alone, bitter and cold no hope for death
her grace was lost
they pull my hands out the dirt as I try to dig (they pull and pull)
they pull me away, so I can see… I can defeat.
Its free, so free I can finally sleep
