bound with sweet sugar
laced with sticky syrup,
spirits wonder how I do it
arms behind bare back
keep everything in check

to be honest I can’t answer
if I answer I can’t be honest
some things stay secret
some secrets become things
gods ashamed of celestial beings

continually falling from on high
to bruised bloodied knees
promises break faster than bones
hell plays soundtracks of heavenly moans

eternally ravaged and broken
from my story seldom spoken
assumption writes the chapters
that guide us to those vague hereafters


© Graveyard Grace