Bury Me Deep

Bury me,

And bury me deep,

Under the tallest of mountains,

Under the vastest of seas,

The deadliest of blows,

The most hurtful of insults;

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Bury me

Under your lies,

Your fear, ill-masked with indifference,

Under a million of smiles,

Which turn into snakes

Sliding down from your lips

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Bury me deep,

Where you think

None would be able to find me,

Somewhere light doesn’t exist,

A place like your heart, where

Truth is merely a word

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Bury me deep,

So you know

I’m not as fragile as my bones,

Nor as easily bruised as my skin,

Nor as quiet and tame as

The sound of my voice

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Bury me deep,

For my heart

Beats at the top of the world

In the hands of a wrathful goddess,

To whom I entrusted it,

Dying of cold

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You could bury me,

Bury me deep,

But my heart at the top of the world

Would forever continue to call

Me from the darkest of corners

Of the Earth –

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Home

The Home City

I am your caged sunsets

And melting grey snows,

Your sick, soaring highways

And thin, flightless crows;

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I am your pale faces,

And ever-rushing feet;

I am your gas shackles,

Your old madman’s grip;

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I’m the shallow breath feeding

Your collapsing lungs;

I am your heart pumping

Cold blood in black lumps;

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I’m the unwilling heiress

To your granite grandeur,

To your history’s jewels,

Its demons and debts;

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Your prodigal daughter is back –

Let me in!

I tried to run from you,

But how,

When I’m your kin?