Dirty Place

Late in the night,

I took my shovel...

The moon shined bright,

and the air was brisk.

I proceeded with my walk.

And on I went, to hallowed ground,

Where I had been before,

the dirt I knew,

the trash I was.

And in this town, 

there are graves for the unknown

the non-memorable

the emotional villans...

and I was one of them.

To bury

To bury

To bury

Whom?

And in the moon’s light,

I stabbed the shovel into earth

thinking of the crimes

thinking of their worth.

And a shallow grave I started,

but ended rather deep...

and somewhere in the middle,

I had a relentless weep.

But when the fathom was had,

and the task was then done,

I fell deep into the pit

To feel what I had won...

And the dirt rained down upon me

By a night time ghost working overtime

and the earth landed all upon my skin

and I felt a final sublime.

Thank you, dirt shower...

It is here where I feel safe!

It is here where I have put myself!

Where I belong is to this space!

Goodnight, my broken hearted...

You see me not now as I say farewell...

And the hurtful place I have left you in

Is nothing compared to this hell.