This Hole I Dug.
Po' Wit.
Ignored bills, unreturned phone calls all stack up high.
I sink deeper in debt, as every prolonged day crawls by.
Labor is useless as my paycheck reflects no college education,
swimming in a drool covered desk, reflects not having vacation.
Hunger endulges my insides until I chrn and spit them out.
Freezer infatuated with frozen T.V. dinners; Animated beef and brussel sprouts.
This world is harsh, I pay for crimes I didn't commit,
This Hole I Dug is to deep, how do I get out of it?
Kiss her mirror lips softly and reflect on the past.
Kissing another womans mirror lips, wondering if love would last.
The smell of multiple perfumes lingers around me still.
Her discovery would devastate us; Wonder if she ever will?
Strangling this relationship with heart strings so sharp,
then letting those same strings orchestrate romance like a harp.
Drown in toasts, we've had to many, we'll drink to that one too.
This Hole I Dug is small for me, but seems just fit for you.
Hunger for pain, nourish the feeling, how do I treat this?
Sprinkle the blade with salt, "that's tasty", simply leaves me speechles.
Blistered hands grip the shovel that designs my furniture,
"I like this death bed, it's comfy', i'll take this one for sure.
Sleeping peacefully in gods garden, everyone'll leave me alone,
they'll all slowly read the name, since it's carved out in stone.
I ruined my life and murdered my wife, evicted from my home,
so you see
This Hole I Dug, is what I like to call my own.