SIX FEET UNDER

In mist and haze
A dark, dark maze

Numbers deceive
Making me believe

That I can breathe
But I can’t be free

Of lost reveries
And clinging memories

In a grave of hate
That rests on a riot’s blade

Of passion, faith
And desires raped

I bleed my past
Through my eyes chaste

But six feet under
Gravity is lower

I dig out the grave
With that same blade

Blurring the numerical blur
As a new spirit I unfurl

With faith’s rope I climb
Leaving the departed in time

To get caught again in serendipity
But this time with no liquidity