Never
Oh save me.
Oh save me? Silly man, there's no saving you. There's no single measure of tact for you is there?
Thats sarcasm
And maybe well bury you right there in your own sunset paradise.
Under that cherry tree you grew up climbing and plucking treats, so ripened in the summer.
You knew that tree.
it was yours.
Remember you made love there for the first time?
With that girl, what was her name again?
Remember? Your lips touched her back and she shivered and moaned your name, and thats when you knew..
thats when you knew that love would never leave you.
Until it did.
Pretty eyes and all blown away like a shotgun blast, she was looking for answers.
I guess she got one, I guess she got one..
Or maybe we'll bury you in an unmarked grave.
YOU always said you never asked for a name.
never felt right under the weight of it you said, but now you feel obligated to be buried with one?
Why should you? Ah, but as always, in the end is love.
In the end is love
And maybe well bury you under that never ending rain
and it will soak your body till it breaks down and you're the dirt and the trees and your trees will grow fruit and the birds will eat and you'll fly.
You always wanted to fly..
Or maybe we wont bury you at all.
maybe well just stay safe and dry and clean and
burn it all.
and your bones will be so much sticky ash in the backseat of a grandson's car, forgotten along with the cigarrette butts.
But to do that... to do that
leave nothing left
Silly man, leave nothing for us
VULTURES
But, you already knew,
Sweet dove.
And you invested such pretty things.
In all.
The.
World.
Copyright © Nicholas Webb | Year Posted 2012
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