Empire of Dirt

I cut myself to play,

The red it seeps my shirt.

I stabbed a man like Cain, 

Buried the corpse in dirt.

My friends left in a day, 

Were threats I couldn't avert.

So I dug my veins away,

But nothing dulled my hurt. 

So I killed myself today,

Just to see if it would work.

I blew my brains away,

Perview my bloody herse.

© 2024 - All Rights Reserved Robert Reid