Laid To Rest

You attempt to find what you're looking for in vacant

corpses

never understanding that you have to bury the things you

love when they are dead

you've cut too deep

let the dead lie asleep

refuse to grasp the hand that breaks the ground

from this shallow grave that you have built

don't pull him through

he's no who he was

you're bleeding cuts are only keeping your betrayers

alive

why do you tear at your broken flesh and feed this hungry

hell?

how can they redeem themselves for all the blood they've

split

and when will you let the scars they've left heal?