Lost Lover

Graves

I don't like your touch

You're mere a filthy mind

All your monstrous eyes

Feel like digging in my derms

I'm scared of you

Of that strained situations

That makes everything

Like going to hell

Curled up in a ball

I hide in the veil

But you like a cat

Keep on scratching me

Your play seems fun to all around

But for me it's a life or death

You don't belong to any menage

Cause if you did, you'd never act like this

And me just wait for an Angel to help

I feel pity for your sinful state

But I know some men are born for death

The cold painted wall and the gate ahead

I dig a hole in the ground beneath

My eyes fixed like some headlight flash

For you to show the way to place

Where I stay with a spade in hand

With all your 6 feet deep digged graves