Graveyard Shift

"time to dig, time to dig and bury my mistakes"

My face is heavy and hot with a radiation that only increases as I wipe with my hands
Smearing my brow that is plastic, like putty
I dig, I dig
I toss their bodies and relish my final violence, silence
I can go back to my hometown without worry
that they'll walk out of the bank as I walk in
I said I loved them once and tried to fix them
All that effort ties into this work like sweet syrup
manic and dripping
I never have to worry 
I killed them before they killed me



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