Shallow unopened grave
Rotten earth
If opened a terrifying curse
Behold I discover
A shallow open grave
Laid a dead man
With blood
Dripping from his brain
He spoke
A breath first
Then he said
You fool
‘’A Curse Curse’’
Blood just drooled
I felted the same
But I should be scared
A dead man curse
I don’t believe
If this is true
A flow of blood would leave
This must be a dream
Eyes wont shut
In the wilderness
has to feel around
Floating my feet cant
Touch the ground
IF MY HEARTS BEATING IT DOESN’T MAKE A SOUND
MY CURSE IS OF MY OWN
My Shallow unopened grave
As repeated my hole life
I have to write
It starts over tonight
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