Poetry: As I Sit On My Grave
Reflecting on life and death in the present
As I sit on my grave I pray That they Don’t lose themselves To the coin That preys upon them night and day
As I sit on my grave I think About all the things That didn’t mean a thing I lost myself To a cycle of insanity Only to remember it was all vanity But it was too late
As I sit on my grave I reflect On all the people I invested in That never reciprocated positive energy But instead tried to fill me with their toxicity And I let them Because I was addicted to a life of monstrosity
As I sit on my grave I remember all of my mistakes And then I realize It was all a lesson Something I can appreciate before it’s too late