An unmarked grave can get swept away by people who don’t know it. I’d say it’s true but I wouldn’t a clue I’ve only lost him just recently, my dragon hearth my baby spark I’ve shed all of these tears. Discreetly.

His death stopped me cold, I feel the pull, the pulling grasp of the world, I don’t understand. Death claims us all and it’s the ones who stay longest who feel the pain, the sorrow of loss which turns to grief and mourning, a deep dark sickness that makes you want to play along with them.

I don’t know how to write I’m only typing down words, all I feel is this wheel of torture and misfortune my baby dragons gone. He’s left this world the cheeky fuck, before I was ready to come along. No this isn’t a cry nor is it a plea I just hope for a break in my sanity. This crippling debt and this fucked up mess, I’m surprised I’m even standing. Somehow optimistic with no real drive I hope I find my jive.

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I pray to help I pray to laugh I pray to cry and I pray to be crass. I’d pray for him Id pray for her if only I had the courage. I don’t have faith and belief is hard but crying is even harder. No I don’t believe, but god damn y’all need some saints. Room full of sinners the lot of us! To the crossroads we go! We’ve lost that shot what a waste of space waste of a perfectly fair case.

I’m tired of rhyming. Fuck that shit. My dragons dead and I’m fucking rhyming, my car is a hazard and my money is real tight, fuck that shit. I’m always uneasy my stomachs got me jacked up, fuck that shit. Works got me slack jaw and blurry eyed it’s a sinking ship. Fuck that shit. Hopefully my next dare I won’t be aware because fuck this shit.