A Shallow Grave

You can only bury your demons 6 feet deep

In the graveyard of who I used to be, stands the one who gets pleasure,
Out of shoving your every mistake down your throat,
Like a fat kid at a cake eating contest,
Enjoys pushing you down so far, that Satan himself could tie your shoes,
With their thumb on your head, so that no matter how hard you try,
Your thoughts and feelings cannot come up for breath,
Tossing you down into the deepest pit…

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I love writing that leaves you hanging on by imagination & then reelin’ ya back in by pulling on your heartstrings. See more at my pub Slinging Some Ink.

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A.j Thomas

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I love writing that leaves you hanging on by imagination & then reelin’ ya back in by pulling on your heartstrings. See more at my pub Slinging Some Ink.

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